Boys Divisional School of Manners

Chapter 39

I planned to have the gala this chapter.. but my mind just got carried away. So here's this(: and gala next chapter! Because I plan for it to be a longerish one, at and after the gala!!(:

Dedicated to the beautiful latume for the gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous new cover!! <3

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I got out of the shower before Louis. The silence was killing me and it was awkward. Louis kept his boxers on, but I was still stood butt naked, regretting that I didn't grab a pair of boxers to put on, no matter the waste of a clean pair.

I wrapped a towel around my waist without another word, and I walked across the hall to my room to get dressed. I fist my hand then stretch out my fingers, did I really just give Louis a handjob? I don't even- I'm not sure what was going through my head. To have Louis react so... positively to something so humiliating... I must've just been emotional. He could've laughed at me. He could've taunted me, and tormented me. But instead he got hard. He wouldn't let me run away from the problem. And maybe all that happening so fast was just a lot of emotion to have and I felt the need to give him a thank you without saying a word.

I don't want him talking to me about, it's not that I regret it... maybe a little, I think, but I just don't want him thinking it's going to happen a lot. No. Just... no.

When I'm dressed in my boxers and an old tshirt I make my way to Louis' room when I notice he's not in the bathroom anymore.

I see him pulling shorts from his drawers and when he notices me, I smile at him.

I lean onto the bed so only my thigh is pushing against the mattress. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do. God why did I make things so awkward.

"Haz?" Louis says, turning to walk towards the bed and hop up onto it so he's sitting on the edge, turning to look at me over his shoulder.

"Mhm?" I follow, and I sit on the edge of my own side.

"Would you want to wear your panties to bed?" He's looking at me cautiously, and I try to look for the joke in his tone, or the mocking, but it's not there.

"Fuck off, Louis." I groan. Him finding out was embarrassing enough.

I lay back on the bed and turn my head to face away from him. I feel him shift closer to me so he's resting on his elbow right behind me.

"I'm serious. I really- fuck I don't want to see you in anything else." His voice is already getting to have that raspy scratch that I first heard earlier today, I hope it's not his voice used when he's covering his words. You know, like something he'd have to hide he's lying. It sounds like he's turned on, but he could just be lying.

"No, Louis. Now go read one of your dumb plays." I say in hopes to get him off my back.

"Asshole." I hear him mutter as he sits up and I can feel him moving to his side of the bed.

"What did you just call me?" Who the fuck does he think he is?

"An asshole. You're being one." Louis grabs a book off his nightstand and he angrily opens up to one of the sticky notes.

"Because I don't want to wear certain underwear to bed?" If he thought I actually would, boy he has something wrong with him.

"Of course not. Because you called my plays, dumb." He scoffs and pulls each end of the book so roughly I fear he might actually rip it in half.

We exchange looks and his eyes are just as narrowed as mine and when his glare doesn't falter I can't but crack a smile and a soft chuckle, "So defensive."