Louis
I pursed my lips, stuffing my hands down into my pockets. I knew Emma was going to find out sooner or later, but I didn't want her to find out this way. I knew I should've told her, and I don't know why I didn't.
I guess something just rolled over me and gave me this sickly feeling, making me not want to tell her. Now that I've bonded with her and came to like her company a lot more than I should, I feel terrible. Where's a rewind button when you need it the most?
"Mr. Tomlinson, is everything okay?" The secretary snapped me out of thoughts. I wanted to rant on how everything was not okay — in fact, it was far from okay. It was a disaster.
"Yeah," I mumbled, not telling the truth.
"Okay, then if you don't need anything, would you get back to class? In fact, why did you come down here in the first place?"
I shrugged, stifling a laugh. "I got kicked out of science class."
"Why am I not surprised? Anyways, I'll just send you back to class. If you were taking a test in there I'll make sure you'll be able to make it up some other time." Mrs. Quinn explained, and I nodded, walking out the door slowly.
I sighed, my eyes stinging with tears that longed to escape my eyes. I felt terrible for hurting Emma, and everything was just a huge misunderstanding. I hate it when people are upset in the first place — let alone being upset with me.
The worst part was, she was someone I cared about. I cared for Emma, and I cared for her a lot more than I should.
I've come to the thought that I might have feelings for her, but it's nothing more than a good friendship. I get tingly when I'm around her, my heart skips a beat when she laughs, and I can't help myself from blushing like a retard when she's around me.
I just wish I knew how to control it, because I've never felt that way about someone before. Besides, what if she didn't feel the same way about me?
I heard the bell ring, noting the end of second period. I laughed, realizing that I had spent the entire class period in the office. I walked back down the hall, waving to a few of my friends as I passed them in the hall. I bit my lip, trying to act like everything was okay when Harry walked over to me.
"Hey, Louis. What's going on?" He confronted me, and I sighed.
"N-Nothing much. I have to go," I bowed my head, locking my eyes on the floor. I could feel his confused eyes on me, but I just ignored my thoughts and continued my walk over to my locker door.
*
When it was time for lunch, I couldn't help but notice Emma across the room. I remembered what happened earlier this morning, and how she left with a sad look in her eyes. It pained me to see her so upset — it really did.
Now, I noticed she wasn't sitting at our lunch table like she usually did. Instead, I saw her standing by the bleachers and talking to some guy I've never seen before. I squinted a little, trying to capture exactly what he looked like just in case he would appear to be familiar for some reason.
Emma was just standing there, looking. . . attractive. Her dirty blonde hair was spilling over her shoulders, and I watched as she batted her eyelashes at the guy. She had applied a thin layer of pink lip gloss, and I noticed a faint blush on her cheeks whenever she would laugh at something the guy said.
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