This wasn't my day at all. First of all, I woke up at 8:40am, and had Drama class in twenty minutes. Second of all, I was going to see Louis Tomlinson again after yesterday. Third of all, I have Drama class three days in a row so I'd have to see him tomorrow too. Well fuck.

I had to hurry, so I threw on literally the first outfit I saw, and I was surprised by how good it actually was; a baggy, plain white T-shirt, plaid red spring jacket, skinny jeans and red vans. I only had a minute to use the bathroom so I used the toilet and Colgate Plax, spitting it out through the window outside the Drama classroom. The class was starting in two minutes, and I couldn't be more thankful.

"Very lady like," I heard a voice behind me say, and I immediately recognized it. I did because it sent shivers down my spine, and my blood freeze but in the same time boil. I slowly turned my head to the right and saw the one and only Louis Tomlinson.

I turned around again and spat again. I heard him laugh and approach me.

"Why so classy?" he said, leaning on the wall next to the window I opened, with his hands in his pockets. He was smirking at me and if I didn't hate his guts I would have probably said he's cute. But since that isn't the world we live in, I can't say that.

I was surprised that he was in a good mood around me, considering what happened yesterday.

"Oh, I'm just pretending you're that bush over there," I spat again at a bush, answering his question. The smirk left his face for a moment, but returned to his face as soon as it disappeared.

"Is it because you can't toss my thing without any fluids?" he asked, and I was confused for a second. But as soon as I realized what he was talking about I made a disgusted face, but quickly decided to play his game.

"Louis, if I went anywhere near your thing, the only thing I'd want to do is chop it off," I said, spitting one last time before closing the window, and leaned against the wall the same way as him, crossing my arms.

Louis chuckled and grinned at the ground. I had to admit, he was decent looking, but I thought that about every other guy in school, so it probably didn't mean anything. No! It didn't mean absolutely anything.

"I love how you keep rejecting me," he said smiling as he looked up at me. Huh?

"Wait, did I hear you well? Did you just say you love being rejected?" I smirked at the sound of the sentence.

He rolled his eyes in an amused way, "No, I just haven't had a girl reject me in a long time. I've forgotten how it feels," well, this made my confidence become a level higher.

"I can revive that feeling anytime," I smirked and looked at him from under my eyelashes. He titled his head on the left and shook it, as I started walking towards the door. Just as I was reaching for the doorknob, Louis spoke again.

"When are you going to give in, Lorena?" I was a little taken aback by that.

"Give in to what?"

"To me. We're gonna get old before you let me even kiss you."

"Well, if you want to get kissed..." I turned around and walked to him until I was right in front of him. I leaned in and there was a millimeter separating our lips, but Louis didn't move an inch. He just stared at my lips and then my eyes, not even breathing. I brushed my lips against his cheek as I made my way to his ear. "... Go ask Jasmine. She'll do a lot more than that," I said monotonically, a huge contrast to the seductive slag I was just a few seconds ago.

Louis let out a frustrated breath as I pulled away to laugh at him. If this hadn't proved him that I do not want him, I don't know what will.

But when he looked up at me, his eyes reasured me that he wasn't going to give up any time soon. The look in his eyes and slight smile on his face were saying "Either way you're gonna be mine one day so why bother". Wow, Louis made me rhyme.

He interrupted my thoughts by sighing. "Suit yourself," he grinned, both of us knowing very well that this was only the start of everything.

He walked towards the door just like I did a minute ago, and opened them. I walked behind him but, looking down, but suddenly bumped into something. Why wasn't he moving?

"Shit," he whispered and I leaned to see what was going on, but before I could even get aa glance, Louis cleared his throat and started talking.

"Miss Dawson, I, um... I was, uhh..." he stuttered as he entered the classroom, and I followed behind, which turned out to be a mistake, considering all the gasps and wolf whistles we got as we came in together.

"Way to go Tommo!" I heard a jock shout.

"Check her off your list!" another one.

"Details at lunch, yeah?" and another one... All during Miss Dawson's miserable attempts to quiet the class down.

"Morals-shmorals, Cloe!" I heard some girl say and my mouth fell open; that was pretty much it for me. And, surprisingly, for Louis too.

"Shut up! All of you, shut the fuck up!" he yelled and the class grew silent, except Miss Dawson, who started rambling about bad language.

"Louis! You cannot talk like that in fro-" I bet she was going to say in front of her, or professors, or whatever, but Louis cut her off. By yelling at her.

"You don't tell me what to do!" he was literally in her face and she jumped back, holding her hand up to her chest. Louis walked out of the classroom and slammed the door behind him, and now there was just me, Miss Dawson, and the shocked silent class in front of us.

The professor leaned against her desk and fixed her shirt, and cleared her throat.

"So, Lorena, what's your reason for being late?" that was the first time she'd ever said my first name, except the first day of school, when she met us. I wasn't sure she even knew it.

"I, uh, I slept in. I wasn't with-" I was just about to say the Devil's name, before someone opened the door harshly. Well what do you know, it was the Devil himself.

He marched up to me and grabbed my wrist. Before he basically dragged me out of the room, he gave our professor a death glare, and said "She's coming too," and then the dragging part came in.

He dragged me down the hallway before my nerves started getting more and more explosive. At the end I just stopped walking and leaned back, getting him to stop too. He almost tripped over his own feet, before landing back and basically kicking me on the ground, but luckily he caught me before I got my ass injured. So many things happened in only five seconds.

I became frustrated, which happened a lot early in the morning.

"What the fuck Louis?!" I breathed/yelled/cried out. Too annoyed to even know what I was doing.

I looked angrily in his eyes as he stared back at me, still holding me. His grip around my waist never loosened, and I noticed my hands gripping his biceps as I was waiting for him to answer me.

I noticed the look in his eyes change and then he let go of me. For a while he just stood in front of me with his head in his hands, and then he just started walking away from me. I followed him, annoyed beyond my mind.

"Louis, where the fuck do you think you're going?!" I yelled, trying to catch up to him.

"Why do you care?" he yelled back, still walking fast.

"Because you fucking dragged me out of class! Why the fuck would you do that?!" I yelled, pretty sure louder than I should have.

Louis stopped in his tracks and abruptly turned around, walking towards me at the same speed. I stopped too, and suddenly got a bit frightened; what was he going to do now?

As he came right in front of me, Louis grabbed my face forcefully and crashed his lips down to mine the same way. Everything about the kiss, and the whole situation itself, was forceful.

Louis pinned me against a nearby wall hard, blocking me from doing anything. I couldn't move my head, my legs, only my arms, but they were useless against Louis.

I tried to think of anything I could do so this nightmare wouldn't last too long. I soon started finding my way up to Louis' face; the poor boy thought I was giving in, so he stopped pinning me to the wall as hard.

My hand finally found his cheek, and when I was sure I wasn't going to hurt myself, I swung my whole arm so in the end I'd hit Louis. And I did.

This seemed to work; his face turned 90 degrees to the right, and it stayed like that for a few seconds.

I stood in front of him, panting heavily, while he just kept his head in the same position for a while. I looked at him after I've calmed down, and frankly I got a bit scared; his facial expression was stern, and he wasn't moving at all. His hands were still on my waist, his body pressed against mine like he didn't have any space for himself.

I hated him, I absolutely hated him for what he just did, even more than I did before, if that was possible. But I was scared. I was scared he'd do something worse because of me slapping him. I made a mental note to myself to always run away screaming when I see him.

He finally made a movement about a minute later, when he worked his jaw to get rid of the stiffness, I guess. He turned his head a little towards my face, still not quite facing me, and stared into space. The stern look on his face was still there; his eyebrows made two straight lines, his lips slightly parted, before he closed his mouth to gulp.

That's when he turned to me and looked at me, the look on his face slightly different. He looked at me as if he'd been on the edge of tears. His eyes actually showed emotion.

He slowly removed his hands from my waist and used one to cup my cheek. My breath hitched in my throat as his hand came into contact with my face.

Only, this time, it was the most gentle feeling my face has ever experienced. Like I was the most fragile piece of glass and Louis was afraid of touching me any harder. I stood still, still not very sure of what he was doing and if he was going go back to being the rough Louis.

He caressed my cheek as his fingers went to under my ear, where my weak spot was, and I closed my eyes, shivering. Louis' body wasn't pressed as hard against mine, so he leaned down to me and kissed me again.

Same as his touch, it felt like I wasn't being kissed by the same person as I was just a few minutes ago. I couldn't dare myself to move my lips against his as he kissed me oh so carefully.

Louis moved his head to the other side, so he was kissing me with his head leaned to the left. Being a lefty, I always prefered being kissed on the left side, so now him doing this actually felt somewhat comfortable.

I was still very unsure of kissing Louis back, when he pulled away, but stayed really close to my face. "I'm sorry... It's just too frustrating... I needed to do it..." he whispered and connected our lips again.

As soon as I registered what he had just said, I frowned into the kiss and pulled away from him.

"You needed to do it? You needed to fucking try and rape me?!" I yelled, kicking him in the arm. I swear it hurt me more than him.

"Lorena, no-" he started, looking slightly panicked, but I didn't want to hear anything.

"No. What you just did to me you just don't do to a girl," I said, feeling my eyes starting to shine. I finally got out of his hold and rushed back to my dorm, where I'd wait for the first period to end, and go to the second one.

I cleared my thoughts on my way there, quickly returning to the faze where I said to myself I'd run away screaming from Louis whenever I saw him near me. To think, I actually thought about kissing him back. Falling under his spell. Becoming another number to him.

I sat on my bed and thought about it. As horrible as I felt while being kissed by him the first time, I kind of liked it the second one. It showed a different side of Louis. A side that I was probably never going to see again.