"Oh my God, there he is! He's so hot!"

"I know, I heard he never sleeps in his own bed, that's a plus!"

I tried to hold back a laugh as I listened to the two girls near me talk. It was both pathetic and unrealistic; how low girls would go for for the most popular boy in school, who was also a lady lover. Very cliche.

I was sitting on a window seat, finishing my History homework. I looked up as I heard laughter and squealing. Through the halls, sure enough, was walking Louis Tomlinson; captain of Goldsmiths' football team, most hilarious guy everybody thinks they've ever seen, and very much the most popular person in our area. Did I mention he takes advantage of all the above?

I watched him as he walked his way through the school, like he owned the place. He was actually a good friend, there for people and all that, but he was a disgusting piece of shit when it came to girls. He wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't score at least ten in one week, you know what I mean?

There was a crowd forming and by now I couldn't stand sitting here, so I stood up and started walking away, my books taking a while to pack.

"Ahh, Lorena! Long time no fuck!" I heard his obnoxious voice say my name, and I got goosebumps all over my body. That's the effect he had on me. Like allergy.

My blood slowly started boiling as I heard him say that sentence. It wasn't the first time he's accused someone of having sex with him, but I seemed to be his constant target, even though it never actually happened. And never will happen.

I didn't even bother turning around to look at him, I was in no mood for scenes. I tried walking through the crowd of people, and luckily got out of there. When Louis went after me, the crowd magically made a path for him. Dickheads.

"Lori, baby, wait! Didn't you have fun?! I don't understand!" he said and laughed right after, the crowd laughing along with him as I walked as quickly as possible. It took me everything I had not to turn around and slap him across the face in front of his 'fans'.

I let out a sigh of relief as I reached the stairs, and checked my class schedule, I had Drama next. Oh no, Louis' in my Drama class too. Fuck.

*******

Ten minutes later the whole class rose to their feet as Miss Dawson came into the classroom. As we all sat down, I looked around and noticed that Louis was nowhere to be seen. I smiled at the thought of him skipping one of the classes we had together. It didn't happen very often.

Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door creaked open and I prayed to God it wasn't the person I thought it was. Sadly, God didn't hear my prayers.

"I'm so sorry for being late Miss Dawson, I was finishing my Sociology homework," Miss Dawson was also his Sociology professor.

"It's alright Louis, I just came in a minute ago. Please take a seat," she was very strict and barely ever called students by their first names. Louis was one of those lucky bastards.

"Thank you professor," he said and scanned the classroom to find a seat. He went to sit with his friend, but then noticed the empty seat next to me, and a wide grin appeared on his face.

"Please God, I beg of you," I mumbled, knowing God wasn't on my side today.

Louis slowly walked past his friend and threw his backpack on the other side of my desk. I sighed and threw my pen on the desk, taking my head in my hands as Louis sat next to me.

"Hey baby," he whispered loudly.

"Fuck off, will you?" I sighed, removing one hand from my face to pick up my pen.

"Now, now, behave Lorena."

"Bite me."

"Oh but I will," he replied cheekily, winking at me. I literally felt like vomiting. Luckily Miss Dawson started teaching us a lecture.

About 20 minutes later, while we were doing some questions in our notebooks, I felt Louis' hand on my knee. I frowned and slapped it away with my hand, and crossed my legs. A minute passed and his hand was on the same place as before. I groaned quietly and quickly took his hand and put it up on the desk, next to his notebook. He started laughing as quietly as he could, while I just kept getting more and more annoyed. If he puts his hand on my knee again, I swear I'll chop it off.

And as if he read my mind, he didn't put his hand on my knee; he put it on my thigh.

I sighed annoyed, and tried ignoring him, thinking he might give up once he sees that he's not interesting. I continued answering the questions as concentrated as possible, considering his hand was reaching a very sensitive spot.

I tightened up my legs as I felt his hand going in a different direction, a direction to where I wanted him the least. I glanced at him; he had already finished his work so he was leaning on his arm, watching me, looking entertained.

I cleared my throat and sat up a bit, crossing my legs like a dude so my ankle was on top of his hand, crushing it. Louis let out a quiet 'ahh' and pulled his hand out of the sandwich that I had made. He started shaking it to get rid of the numbness, while I tried to control the laugh that was threatening to get me in a lot of trouble. I lowered my head in my arm so that Miss Dawson couldn't see me, and started laughing soundlessly. A couple of seconds later I heard Louis burst into laughter, failing to make it as quiet as mine.

I noticed our professor turn her head in our direction, so I quickly continued doing my work, but Louis got us busted by his shaking because of laughing. That fucking idiot.

"Cloe, Louis, is there a problem?" we both shook our heads and I cleared my throat, while he sat up straight. The whole class was looking at us, girls mostly glaring at me. What even.

I heard Louis rip out a small piece of paper, and after writing something on it he handed it to me.

I made you laugh :P, it said.

I huffed and answered bellow his message.

What's your point?

You always say that you hate me, but it didn't look like that a few minutes ago :)

I hurt you. Of course I laughed.

You didn't really hurt me, I just knew I'd make you laugh.

Yeah, you made me laugh. At you.

After my last message I heard him sigh and crumple up the small paper. What was that all about? Why did he care so much about making me laugh?

The bell rang and I sighed frustrated, seeing as I haven't done half of the job. I started packig my books and I felt Louis tap my shoulder. I turned to him and saw him looking at my notebook. I got even more annoyed, he was probably gonna make fun of me since he was the best student in our Drama class.

"Hey, um... you want me to help you with this?" he asked, looking at me with all seriousness.

I was a little taken aback, but answered quickly. "No, I can do it myself."

"Really? 'Cause you tried today and kind of failed."

"Gee, I wonder why," I glared at him and ripped my book out of his hand.

I'd made two steps towards the exit of the classroom when I heard him sigh. In a matter of seconds he was next to me, pulling his backpack on his back.

I noticed him staring at me from the corner of my eye, and it annoyed me.

"What?" I snapped.

"You're cute when you're angry," he grinned. Usually that would have made me smile or blush, but coming from him it made me even more pissed off.

"Louis, I am not going to have sex with you, get that into your head," I said, speeding up. Sadly, he started walking faster as well.

"Lorena, you're not someone I want to have sex with," Louis said lowering his voice. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Thank you?"

"Look, the girls I sleep with are easy and plain, and not quality girlfriends. You're none of that."

"I bet that's what you say to all of them," I ignored his compliments, because I wasn't sure if he even meant any of it. Except the type of girls he sleeps with. That I believed.

He chuckled, "I really, really don't. I don't have to work that hard for them."

A smile played on my lips, but I couldn't let his words get to me.

"I feel sorry for them."

"What, why?"

"Because they were invaded by Satan."

Louis sighed, and I could hear frustration in his voice.

"Why are you being a bitch?" he said annoyed, and now I actually became pissed off.

"What, you're not used to girls not falling for you in the first two minutes?"

"No, I'm just trying to be your friend but-"

"I know what kind of friends guys like you are!" I exclaimed. Luckily the hallway was crowded so no one heard me.

I stopped and Louis also stopped in front of me. He tried saying something, but there were girls saying "Hi Louis/Lou" every 2.2 seconds so he never really got the chance. After two girls actually stopped to talk to him, completely ignoring me, he let out the biggest and most annoyed sigh yet, pulled me by my arm and started dragging me somewhere. We ended up in a small, empty classroom.

"Why, why the fuck are we here?" I raised my voice again.

"Just tell me why you hate me so much."

I sighed and cleared my throat. This was going to be long.

"Well, you are a player, and have to be a prick to others around your friends so they'd think you're cool!" I said the first two of my many reasons. Louis looked down for a second before looking back into my eyes.

"And when you have a girlfriend, you end up cheating on her two days after you've started dating! Because of you, the morals of every girl in this school are as high as the temperature on the North Pole!"

"Except yours, I see," he interrupted me.

"Yeah, that's right, except mine. So if you're looking for a fuck or a 48-hour-relationship, you're talking to the wrong person," I said and walked out of the room, leaving him there. I hated being cruel to people, but that little dipshit is getting that kind of treatment.