Learn From Me - L.T

08

I gasp and lean towards him quickly, "Oh wait, can I please have a shot?"

"Hey—" Harry pulls the bottle back and raises his eyebrows in surprise, a cocky grin spreading across his pink lips as I reach for the bottle like it's my sanity. "When was your last drink? Are you feeling dizzy?"

I grip the end of the bottle and pull it towards me, "Harry, c'mon." I snicker, opening up the bottle as Niall lays his pink metal grinder on the mattress along with a ziplock bag filled with weed and rolling paper. "Awe you still have the pink grinder?"

"Yeah, whatever. I'm not buying a new one because of the color," He shrugs, "The news about Mr. Tomlinson and his wife,"

The light and happy feeling swirling in my stomach seems to drain drastically from Niall's words sinking into my thoughts. What fucking wife?

"Oh! Blossom's new babysitter! What about him?" Harry jokes, holding the shot glass beneath the bottle and waits for me to pour my shot. I blink and try to keep my composure, pouring the liquid while keeping my smile.

"He's not my babysitter, just a headache." I mumble, screwing the cap back on as Niall opens up his ziplock bag. Harry hands me the glass and keeps his eyes on my hand to make sure I don't spill it.

"His wife is pregnant so he's going to be a dad pretty fucking soon, maybe it'll lighten his ass up." Niall shrugs, breaking up the small green bud into the grinder as I take the shot, trying to stop myself from making a face to the news.

What the fuck? A wife. A fucking kid. He has a wife and a baby on the way— and yet he decides to mess around with me?

"Who told you that?" I wheeze out from the taste, sticking my palm out for my soda and Harry quickly gives it to me. I take a couple gulps to rid the taste and Niall begins twisting the grinder up.

"That science teacher— fuck's his name?" Niall furrows his brows and Harry's face lights up slightly.

"Mr. Payne?" I mumble.

"Yeah! Mr. Fucking Payne, best teacher at that school. He's always giving us the answers to Mr. Malik's quizzes," Niall snaps his fingers at Harry with a goofy grin on his face, both of them blissfully unaware of my crisis unfolding before their eyes. Mr. Payne and Louis are good friends, I know that from seeing them together everyday at lunch with Zayn.

• So it's true. Mr. Payne has no reason to lie or make shit up. Louis, you fucking asshole.. •

"I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back." I murmur, standing up and they both instantly snap their heads up to me.

"Hey— no!" Niall points at me, "You already know you can't be alone out there,"

"It's right across the hall you psycho, I'll be fine." I roll my eyes and walk out, ignoring Niall yelling something back while Harry cackles. They're both idiots, but at least they're not cocky douchebags.

I step into the bathroom with my phone already out and my veins burning up with hatred for Louis. The alcohol is amplifying my emotions and holy fuck, do I hate him right now.

10:32 PM
To Louis
Guess who just told me about your pregnant wife :)

10:33 PM
From Louis
Excuse me?

10:34 PM
To Louis
Niall. He said Mr. Payne told him. What the fuck is wrong with you?

10:36 PM
From Louis
You're listening to Niall now?