Repeated Patterns...

Part 1 - Newbie about school

Hey guise this is a new story, my first story. Please read, vote and comment it would make my day! Louis/OC and rated PG-13 for later chapters, may even be restricted if it get's too bad.

LouisTWonder (follow me on twitter @LouisTWonder)

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Beep. Beeeep. BEEEEEEEP. The alarm next to my bed rang around the room. It was possibly the single most annoying noise you could ever hear, except perhaps Verity Short-Ass’s laugh. By the way, that was the bitch of the school, Verity… Urgh I can’t even bring myself to say her name she makes me want to vomit. Where was i? Oh yeah, I’m Robyn Fellows. I’m an 18 year old bad chick (apparently) who wants nothing more than for school to be over so I can swan off to London and become a musician. I play the guitar and I skateboard, some would say it’s a perfect mix. 

“Robyn you’re going to be late for school!” Oh there is my mother’s voice. I was wondering when it would make itself apparent. I dragged myself out of bed. Urgh the hair. Right, brush it and stick my black hat on. Black skinny jeans and vans next. Hmmm… what top to where… Aha. A simple crop top which says ‘Fuck Oui!!’ on it… that should get the teachers in a spot of bother. 

“Makeup then off” I chuntered to myself. I put on some red lipstick and black eyeliner and grab my guitar and backpack. Putting them both on my back I head down the stairs and grabbed a slice of toast from my brother’s plate. 

“OI!” My 16 year old brother, Pete moaned. “That’s Nutella! Don’t steal my Nutella!” Our 7 year old brother, Joseph and 3 year old sister, Penelope just giggled. Mum wasn’t impressed and I assumed Dad was already at work. 

“Laters” I stuck my middle finger up at him. I grabbed my skateboard (it had an Iron Man design on the bottom, I love comic books) and headed off to school, banging the door on my way. The morning breeze hit my stomach, it was warm but it was still enough to chill me slightly. I munched on the toast as I skated off down Charing Road and head on the 10 minutes journey to school. 

Urgh, school. The dreaded word was enough to make me murderous. I mean don’t get me wrong I didn’t hate the lessons, or my friends… it was just a certain individuals. And I know that’s so typical of any story of boy meets girl, but you’ll just have to listen. There are two people who I would gladly hit upside the head with sledge-hammers. 

One is Verity (bleugh). Queen Bee (well she think she is) must have everything her way are you know someone is going to be found hanging from the flag pole in just their underwear. 

And second of all is Louis Tomlinson… he was even worse. He literally was such a prat I can’t even tell you. Everyone fancied him. Now don’t get me wrong, he was flipping gorgeous but he was also the most vain, selfish, cruel, arsey person you will ever meet. And I’ve been there and tapped it. 

I’m not proud of it, but he caught me in his web when I was new about a year ago, I was easy prey, I didn’t know anyone and he seemed nice. Many people warned me against him, but I didn’t listen and therefore I got heartbroken. I fell for him so hard, then at Katie Striders party, we banged in one of the bedrooms and he was done. I vowed from then on I wouldn’t associate myself with the type again. Now don’t get me wrong it was bloody good but the come down afterwards, knowing it was all he wanted… well it was a bitch.

I arrived at the school gates and people were already swarming in. Everyone was looking at me, well because they worshipped the ground I walked on, and that was when I saw them. Louis and his four mates, Zayn, Niall, Harry and Liam. The other four weren’t so bad… in fact I almost liked Niall and Liam… but I didn’t talk to them because of the utter fact they were friends with him.