Jess is just starting her second semester of being a Junior in high school. To start the semester off, she volunteers to show the new kid around the school. Mainly because she gets to skip gym class, but also because she is intrigued by the idea of meeting someone new. Over the first month of school, Jess becomes really close friend with the new student, but who wouldn't become best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He's funny, entertaining, and not to mention cute, but Jess would never admit to thinking that. Louis is always there for Jess, especially when she gets heart shattering news that changes everything.


3. Two.

I tried not to stare too directly at Louis but, as I usually find with attractive people, it was impossible to look away. He was really captivating. His features were mature, yet childish in a way that made him look like a pixie. His hair looked like feathers placed carefully across his forehead, with strands wrapping around his ears and going down his neck. He had excited eyes, blue, and a lively smile that made the corners of his eyes crinkle. His style was typical of a teenage boy, tshirt and jeans, the one thing making his look unique was the way that he had rolled up the bottom of his jeans to lay just above his ankle bone. He was wearing sneakers, without socks, and for some reason I found his ankles to be very intriguing. They were nice ankles. And I am now judging myself for saying that.

“Well, that's all I have to say,” Mr. Zibel smiled, interrupting my endless staring at Louis. “I hope you find this school to treat you well, Louis, and good luck to the both of you.”

I stood up then, shaking hands with Mr. Zibel and wishing him a good day, then turning to face Louis with a smile. I motioned for him to follow me, then lead Louis from the office and into the entryway of the school.

“So, do you want to show me around, or?” He asked, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“We don't have to start the tour quite yet,” I looked at a clock hanging on the wall. “I figured we could sit and talk for a little bit, you know, since we are going to be around each other a lot. We can just sit at a table in the cafeteria.” I pointed behind him, down the hall to the lunchroom.

I sat down at the first table that we came to, looking back at Louis who was standing in front of me, hands still in his pockets, kicking his toe into the ground.

“You can sit down you know,” I said, patting the spot next to me. Louis blushed as he sat down next to me, chuckling at his own awkwardness.

“So,” I said, turning in my seat to face Louis, sitting cross-legged. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” He asked, copying my position with a smile.

“Okay, well, where did you live before here? Obviously somewhere in the UK, but be specific.”

“I'm from a town called Doncaster, which you've probably never heard of.”

“Is it small?”

“Not really, it's just kind of in the jumble of everything. Suburbs, mostly.”

“What is there to do in Doncaster?” I asked him, wondering what it must have been like living in England and now living in Texas.

“I mostly just played football and watched my siblings.”

“Wait, football, like, touchdowns, or, like, soccer?” I laughed.

“Soccer,” he laughed with me. “Sorry, I forget that it's a whole different word here.”

“Nah, you're good. I like British talk,” I pushed at his shoulder. “Tell me about your siblings.”

“Well. I have seven of them. Six of which are girls.”

“Holy cow,” I laughed. “That must have been fun for you.”

“Of course,” he laughed.

“Do you like living here?”

“I've only lived here for a few weeks, so all I can say is that it's different,” he smiled. “But I think I'll like it.”

“I bet you will,” I smiled back. “And what about yourself? Besides playing soccer and being surrounded by girls.”

“I guess that's it, really. I like to act and sing, but that's nothing special.”

“Would you ever do that for a career?”

“I mean, I've always thought about being a drama teacher, or maybe coaching football, but I don't really know yet.”

“Yeah, I haven't really either.”

“So, what about you? What's your story?” He asked, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Well, I have two younger brother, John, who's seven, and Jared, who's ten. I don't mind them, that is, when they're not messing around with my bras with their little friends,” I rolled my eyes. “Um, I've living here for my entire life, which is pretty extraordinary. I've had the same thing for breakfast everyday since I was nine and I have never had a boyfriend.”

“I feel like I just heard your whole life story,” Louis laughed, sitting up straight again.

“Yeah, I'm pretty much an open book,” I laughed.

“But, I have two questions.”


“One, what can possibly be good enough to have for breakfast every single day?”

“It's going to sound super gross, but banana dipped in hot chocolate mix.”

“You're joking.”

“Nope. I've had that for breakfast for nearly eight years.”


“Don't knock it until you try it,” I smiled.

Louis laughed, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “Alright, number two, you've really never had a boyfriend?”

“Nope. I haven't found anyone good enough to go on more than two dates with.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Louis told me.

“Good luck with that one,” I told him, looking at the clock. “We should start the tour now.” I stated.


“And this is the final room. It's where we will take trigonometry with Mr. West.” I said, leading Michael past the room. “Mr. West is a really cool teacher. He's pretty chill with letting people chose their seats and talking to their friends and using their phones. And he's really good. I actually understand the stuff that he teaches.” I looked at Louis, who was staring off into space. “I'm boring you, aren't I?”

“A lot,” he laughed.

“Well, my endless rambling is over. But that just means that we have to go to class now.”

“What class do we have?”

“Psychology,” I told him, leading him down another hall.

“I have a joke,” Louis said, looking at me.

“Go for it,” I looked back.

“What do you call an obese psychic? A four chin teller,” he smiled proudly at me.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Nice one.”

“You know, I'm pretty psychic myself.”

“Are you?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yep. I bet you I can guess your phone number but just in case I get it wrong, you should just give it to me.”

“Smooth, but I don't think so. Thanks for trying,” I smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “There's the room.” I pointed to the door to our psychology classroom. Louis held the door open for me as we walked in, everyone in the room turning to stare at us. I blushed, smiling to our teacher, Mrs. Crawford, and leading Louis to our desks. Mrs. Crawford introduced Louis to the class, everyone staring at him as he moved uncomfortably in his seat. Eventually they all looked away, though I noticed a few people kept looking back at him occasionally.

Once that class was over, Louis looked over to me with a smile. I smiled back, and we walked side by side back to the cafeteria, since it was now time for lunch.

“Would it be okay if I sat with you at lunch?” Louis asked, his arm brushing mine.

“Yeah, of course!” I smiled at him. And with that, we walked in a comfortable silence to the cafeteria, me leading the way. When we got there, I explained how the lunch lines work and where you can see what each line offers food wise. I told him that you can't really make any bad choices with the food because everything is restaurant quality. We have a chef that comes in everyday and makes our food so it's nothing like the typical slop that is in every television show. It's actually edible and incredibly enjoyable.

“What do you think about the school so far?” I asked as we waited in line.

“It's really big,” he chuckled.

“That it is. Do you think you'll like it here?”

“Hey, if you're in all my classes, I'll definitely like it,” he said playfully, to which I snorted at. “But, really, I think I'll be able to learn a lot.”

“Yeah, the teaches know what their doing.”


And then there was silence.

Once we had gotten our food, I looked at Louis and asked, “Do you mind sitting with my friends?”

“Nope,” He smiled back at me. I nodded and lead him to the table my friends were at.

“Guys,” I said as we approached the table. “This is Louis. Louis, this is Abigail, Jenna, Hannah, Bentley, and Garret,” I introduced everyone, sitting next to Jenna. Louis sat next to me, already talking to Garret and Bentley about something that guys talk about. It didn't interest me.

Further into lunch, when I found myself deep in conversation with Jenna about nail polish colors, a very lively topic, Louis tapped on my arm and whispered in my ear, “What's up with them?” I looked up and saw him looking at Garret and Hannah, who were whispering in each others ears.

“They're madly in love,” I rolled my eyes, pretending to throw up.

“Same with them?” He pointed at Abigail and Bentley.


“Are you talking about the couples?” Jenna asked, leaning forward to look at Louis.

“Yeah. I can imagine that it gets very old to be around,” Louis said.

Jenna groaned, “You have no idea. Especially when you want a boyfriend so badly that you would pay someone to date you,” We laughed. “I'm kidding. Kind of.”

“I'll be your boyfriend for a cheap fee of only $4 an hour,” I told her, putting my arm around her neck.

“Jeez, what are you, a high class prostitute?” Jenna laughed, knocking my arm off of her. “I'm more in the market of a cheap hoe.”

“I am high class, thank you very much,” I crossed my arms.

“You two are very entertaining,” Louis said.

“You go a little crazy when you hang out with Jess too much,” Jenna told Louis.

“I think I can already feel myself losing my mind,” he said back, causing Jenna to practically start choking from laughing so hard.

“You're going to fit in with us perfectly,” she laughed.

“Now there's no escaping us,” I told Louis. “You're stuck.”

And in a gesture that made my heart flutter, Louis smiled and said, “I'm totally fine with that.”

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