•Louis•

I couldn't breathe, my heart was beating wildly against my chest.

What just happened?

This wasn't supposed to happen! It wasn't, fuck, he was just supposed to be a meaningless fuck, not anything more! We never even got to that point!

So why does it hurt so much? Because this time, unlike the others actually seemed final?

He was done with me, he hated me?

I hate him too.

Stupid.

Freaking.

Geek.

Nerd.

Loser.

Adorable.

Cute.

Innocent....

Was he though? My racing mind went back to that one day, the last day we were that close. His plump lips against mine, his soft skin underneath my fingertips. His hoarse moans, his dark green eyes. His messed up curls...

Fuck, why did he have this effect on me?

AND WHY DO I WANT TO RUN BACK IN THERE AND HUG HIM AND KISS HIM?

I've said this before, I can't do this. I can't be his. He wants love,

I can't love.

I kicked the door to my locker, ignoring the searing pain that shot through my foot.

"Woah mate you okay?" Zayn said, rushing to my side. I glared at him, as the pain settled. I grabbed my books for my second hour, and shut my locker just as everyone of my other friends gathered around us. Their mindless banter filling the hall, and I felt someone warm press up beside me.

"Hey Lou," a sweet voice said, putting their hand around my arm. I looked down and saw it was the girl from earlier. What was her name? Halle? Hillary? My eyes raked up and down her body, and she giggled mistaking my intentions.

Slut I thought.

However I managed a quick grin and wrapped my arm around her waist.

Time to forget about geek boy.

It's for the best.

I just can't....love.

"Hey Lou," Zayn said.

"Yeah?" I asked him.

"How'd things go, with the geek?" He said. I bit my tongue to keep from yelling at him, he wasn't a geek, he was more than that. I knew though, that kind of talk wouldn't be accepted.

"Just forget it," I said.

"He wasn't good?" Zayn asked confused, this was the first time I hadn't gotten a fuck from one of the chases.

"Nah, he was just good at blows," I told him giving him a wink. He laughed and patted me on my back, and walked off.

I smiled, but it faltered when I heard his familiar snorty laugh. I grabbed Halle, Hillary?! And pressed her against the locker and put my lips against hers. I tasted her glossy lips, why did girls wear this shit? It was disgusting, nonetheless I pressed my lips against hers until I couldn't breathe.

"Bye Halle," I said as the first bell for the next class rung.

"IT'S HOLLY," she shouted as she ran in the opposite direction.

"Like I care," I muttered wiping my lips, quickly walking to my second hour.

•~•

Everywhere I walked, all I could think of was him. His eyes. His smile. His dimples. His low voice. His goofy glasses. His quiet moans. His Dick. How he just licked-

Okay maybe those latter thoughts came more then the earlier ones listed but still they weren't supposed to be there! So what did I do to distance myself from so thoughts? Made out with Holly, or whatever her name was.

We were currently all seated at our lunch table. Zayn was to the left of me, laughing with the other soccer players about the winning shot that was played at some game. Holly was perched on my lap, my arm around her waist.

"What the hell?" Zayn murmured. I looked up over to him, and saw what he was staring at.

Marcel was at the lunch table just a few rows from me, with Niall...Liam and that girl. He was blushing at something the girl said, who was currently brushing his curls to the side.

Jealousy soared through me, when Marcel just grew a dark red and shook his curls. "He's still friends with Liam?" Zayn asked shocked.

That too was surprising, even after everything, they were still all buddy buddy?! Liam who was chatting with Niall, like nothing was different in the world. I turned back to Zayn, feeling the faint sting in my bum. .

"Whatever, bunch of geeks anyways," I said angrily. He nodded, and turned to continue his conversation with Michael? Anyways it was another soccer player, who changed their color of hair almost as I many times as I changed fuck buddies.

Lunch ended, and we all got up for our last two hours. The joyous math was next. I saw Marcel and the girl highfive, as I left the cafeteria with Holly by my side.

"I'll see you later okay?" I said, my eyes wandering around the near empty hall.

"Yeah alright," she said with a wink. I groaned, maybe I would just give up on girls all together. I walked into the math classroom just a couple of seconds before the final bell rang. I was making my way to my seat when I saw the girl from earlier sitting their and chatting with Marcel.

"Fucking excuse me?" I muttered, as I was a step in front of the seat. The girl looked up to me, she had brown eyes, wearing a blazer and white blouse.

Average.

I mentally smirked, knowing Marcel would have no interest in her whatsoever.

"At least you have some manners," the girl said, not backing off. I glared at her.

"Well fucking move," I told her. She shrugged, getting up, giving Marcel a small wave as she went to sit in the back.

"Don't have to be so rude," Marcel said.

"What the hell are you going to do about it geek?!" I said. He blushed and cast his eyes down, but I saw the flash of sadness come on his face. I ignored it and just looked at the teacher.

As she droned on and on about logarithmic equations. Like I cared.

"Mr. Tomlinson!" She exclaimed. I blinked and looked at her expectedly.

"What?" I said.

She gave me an incredulous look, but a voice behind us piped up. "It's called a common logarithm," the teacher smiled at the person who answered, shot me one more look and continued teaching.

I put my hand down, like I cared about this stuff. A couple of seconds later the teachers dull voice caused me to fall asleep.

•~•

"Lou?" A soft voice whispered. I looked at my surroundings, I was in an empty classroom and Marcel was the only other occupant.

"What," I snapped, grabbing my books. He hesitated, but walked up towards me.

"I know you still care," he whispered. I gave him an incredulous look.

"Like hell I do," I told him. He sighed, and took my hand. His green eyes shining bright behind his black thick rimmed glasses. Curls falling slightly in front of his forehead.

"You do," he whispered again, leaning in. I froze, why was this happening?

I can't let him know.

I can't let him think I'm weak.

He can't ever know.

I rather die then have people know of what happened to me.

•~•

"Lou!" A voice exclaimed waking me up.

"Wha-what?" I said rubbing my eyes. I looked up, meeting green eyes. He was biting his bottom lip, quickly glancing away when I looked up at him.

"You were sleeping...and class is over," he stammered out.

"So?" I said, quickly getting up, ignoring my nagging thoughts.

"Well I just," he started saying.

I smirked. "Look, we can forget whatever happened okay? Simple as that, nothing happened, you give good blowjobs ill give you that, but if you say you're done, then the shit that we had is done and over with," I said cocking my head to the side. His green eyes widened behind his glasses.

Guess he didn't expect that.

"As much as I want to hear you scream my name," I said with a snicker causing him to go a deep red. "And I know no matter what you say, you want it just as bad," he began to shake his head.

"I guess I'm just going to say it,"

"All I wanted you was for sex anyways, bye geek,"

And I just walked out of there.

Because fuck, feelings.

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A/n So that's it.

They're both done.

Louis' story is the next chapter you'll finally find out why he's like this, and why I added Candy into the story! I tried making this long update, and woah 6.5k reads?

Next chapter might take a bit, will be a littler longer though :)

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