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School - that's all Arrora cared about. She had no friends, no social life. Her and Louis are polar opposites. He doesn't give a fuck about school. He has hundreds of friends and is the definition of social life. What happens when they are put together in a baby project? Read to find out.

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12. Chapter Ten - Fights

Arorra's POV

Walking around that day was hard. The lenses in my glasses had completely shattered and I left my spare pair of glasses at home. It was around lunch time when I really regretted not asking my mom to bring them to school.

I had my lunch in my hands, the entire world around me blurry and unclear, when I felt a body run into mine and my lunch, well, it went flying. In mere seconds I was splattered with bits of food and drops of my drink, but it was nowhere near as bad as what happed to the person I ran into.

Squinting, I tried to see who I owed an apology to. When the face became clear enough for me to see, I jumped back in fear.

A steaming, soaked Louis stood in front of me. His hands were clenched shut tightly, so tight they were turning white.

I stepped back as I spoke an apology, "I-I'm sorry, I-I couldn't see anything and... I guess you were right in front of me a-and I-I-"

He cut me off, his words sharp like knives, "Listen here you little sh.it, I'll give you a reason to be fuck.ing to be sorry."

He stepped closer to me, making me step further back.

"Why can't we just be friends like we used to?" I asked, my voice quivering as my face grew hot. Tears welted in my eyes.

Louis only seemed to get more flustered with my question.

"Why can't we be friends? Ha, we can't be friends because..." He seemed to lose what he was trying to say, "Well, because you're an ugly, smarta.ss bi.tch!"

I winced at the words, even though I heard them millions of times before.

As I expected, tears started running down my cheeks and, embarrassed, I ran.

I sprinted through the empty halls as fast as I could, the sound of my feet hitting and leaving the ground being the only noise I heard. I ended up outside of the school, hidden behind the trees in the parking lot. I was crouched over because, after I ran, a sudden wave of nausea washed over me.

I didn't hear the footsteps following me until they stopped right behind me. I expected it to be Niall, him being the only person who's shone some form of affection to me.

"Niall... go away I'm fine.." I mumbled between my heavy breaths.

I felt a warm hand grab my hair and another rubbing my back softly, but instead of hearing an Irish accent, the sound of a very different one came from the body.

"I'm not Niall, but even he would be able to see your not okay. Look, I'm sorry for what happened a few minutes ago... I was being really immature and-"

I turned around sharply and stood up, in one quick movement. "You're sorry for today?! That's it? What about all of the other times you pushed me into a locker or shoved me to the floor? Or, lets go way back, or what about on the first day of high school, huh? When you yelled at me, in front of the entire school may I add, that I was a stalker and you called me all of the things I thought that you, at least YOU would not call me. But, I guess I was wrong."

My angry tone seemed to scare him, and honestly it scared me too. Anger was pumping through my veins and, even though I was crying only a minute ago, I wanted to shove him down like all of the times he did it to me.

I expected him to yell back, to get mad at me and call me more names and to say all of the things I thought about myself, but when his soft lips were pressed roughly to mine, I was utterly confused.

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oops, its a cliffhanger, sorry...

So, hey guys! If you didn't see my mumble, well I'm back and I'm going to finish all of my stories on here or just delete them if there is no saving them. Well, I'm going to finish this one first. Expect more updates from me in the future!

-Amy S.

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