love or loyalty

unwanted attention

As I took a moment to collect myself, I was taken aback by the stunning view from the rooftop. It felt surreal, almost as if the events that had just unfolded with the hot guy had become a distant memory.

When suddenly, my attention was drawn to Louis walking towards me. My heart started racing, and our eyes locked in an intense gaze. It was as if time stood still, and in that moment, I felt an inexplicable desire to kiss him. 

The nervousness overwhelmed me, leaving me frozen and unable to respond. 

"What happened to your face?" Louis asked, looking at what was once a red mark on my cheek but now a bruise. 

It was hard to articulate a response, and I sat there, unable to move, as he held my gaze with a gentle concern that left me feeling both vulnerable and strangely drawn to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a little chuckle in his voice. "Or is it just too cold in England weather?"

As he revealed a cloth and an ice cube from his hands, I couldn't help but smile at his thoughtful gesture. I felt an unusual sense of comfort and safety in his presence.

Gently, he applied the cold cloth to my bruise, and I flinched slightly at the contact. However, as he cupped my cheek to steady the cloth, a feeling washed over me, making the world around us seem still.

When Lorenzo's voice pierced the serene moment, I turned my attention in the opposite direction to see him walking toward us. Despite being drenched in water, he still managed to look too good, which was hard to ignore.

Sensing the tension, Louis released his gentle hold on my face and quickly handed me the cloth and the almost melted ice cube. I felt a hint of disappointment as the peaceful moment dissipated, replaced by the arrival of Lorenzo.

"Getting quite comfortable, are we?" Lorenzo repeated, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and arrogance. I held the cloth in my hand, feeling a bit flustered and uncertain how to react to his presence.

As Louis stood up and walked toward Lorenzo, his words caught me by surprise. "Not at all Enzo, She's all yours," he said, glancing back at me. My mind raced with questions about what they might be discussing, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was the topic of their conversation.

Lorenzo leaned in closely to Louis' ear, and their hushed whispers left me feeling curious. Eventually, they stopped and departed, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

After the two boys left, I soon followed. As I descended to the floor with my locker, I encountered two girls whose gaze seemed fixed on me, but not in a good way.

The girls approach me with confidence. 

"So, someone has been getting some unearned attention from F4..." one of the girls said. 

She had with jet-black hair and a dark leather jacket, and the other girl had blonde hair and a pink floral skirt. 

Trying to remain composed, I replied, "It's not what it seems. It was this whole thing before school and Lorenzo was probably just trying to address the situation" I lied. 

The girl with the dark hair smirked, her expression seemingly knowing, while the girl with blonde hair looked intrigued. 

"Yea.. right. But you can tell me you know, go on, tell me your secret, how can someone like you, get the attention of Lorenzo? or maybe it's because you are a slut?" she continued with a chuckle. 

"What. the. fuck." I said with disbelief that an actually person would say that to oppose their own insecurities. 

The blonde girl eagerly revealed that she had seen me on the rooftop with Louis and Lorenzo, I tried to downplay the encounter by stating that nothing had happened. However, the dark-haired girl didn't seem satisfied with my response.

"Well, if you don't mind my saying so, Enzo is MINE," she asserted possessively.

Feeling irritated by her possessiveness and brashness, I couldn't help but mutter "Fucking twat" under my breath in frustration.

"What did you just say?" the girl demanded, clearly offended by my remark.

Summoning my confidence, I said this time louder and more assertive, "Don't you have something better to do? Like fixing your eyebrows or crying yourself to sleep?"

Before I knew it, I found myself surrounded by the two girls, and the tension in the air was palpable. The situation had escalated quickly.

The blonde girl attempting to punch me but I dodged, but the dark-haired girl delivered a kick to my back, I found myself lying on the ground, defenceless against their aggression. What is with me and kicking?? Are legs just attracted to me? 

As my phone was taken from my bag and passed between the two girls, one of them purposefully dropped it and then proceeded to step on it with her high heel. "Oops," she said sarcastically.

I felt a sense of violation and helplessness. Their taunts about my clothes and presumed lack of wealth only added to the humiliation and fear I was experiencing.

As I scurried over to my phone, I could see the damage it had sustained, the screen now cracked and the device rendered unusable. The laughter of the two girls only added to my distress, and I felt a profound sense of loss and frustration over my now broken phone. 

I stood up, ready to throw a punch at the dark-haired girl, when a hand suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me back, stopping me in my tracks.

When I turned around, I noticed the familiar shadows of the f4 behind me. My heart skipped a beat. The atmosphere grew tense as the two girls seemed to realise who was approaching, and their expressions changed from one of superiority to uncertainty.

As the dark-haired girl attempted to flirt with Louis, he seemingly ignored her completely, keeping his gaze fixed on me. The attention from him was the last thing I wanted in this moment, especially given the circumstances that had led to my phone being broken.

Before I could react, I found myself dragged away by Lorenzo. It happened so swiftly that I was left speechless. The onlookers in the hallway were stunned as well, their attention now fully on me.