Triple Dog Dare ||z.m

Hair Pullin'

"Hey Zayn. Check it out." Louis says elbowing me in the rubs. I turn to see who he's looking at slamming my locker door. Emma is rushing through the hallways her hair in a ponytail clutching her books to her chest. Louis and I smile at each other knowing exactly what he means. Whenever Emma wears her hair up it's an invitation to pull on it or cut some of it off. "Do you have scissors on you?" Louis asks, I shake my head dejectedly. "We'll just have to settle for physical pain then." Louis said with a shrug slamming his locker shut too. We make our way over to Emma we don't have to push past people they make way for us. It's like the parting of the sea and since they all know who our target is everyone around Emma disperses too. Emma's back stiffens at the sudden realization of what everyone is doing. She books it down the hallway squeezing past people and zipping around a corner. Louis laughs as we chase after her. She's not headed for her first period class, of course we've memorized her schedule so we can harasses her between classes.

"Little bitch." i mutter as she runs into the girls bathroom. Louis barges in there making the door slam against the wall. She's standing in the middle of the bathroom breathing heavily and staring at us blankly.

"Did you think running in here would stop us cupcake?" Louis asks as he stalks toward her. She doesn't move and doesn't answer as Louis twirls her hair around his fingers.

"Remember what we did last time?" he asks smiling wickedly. I'm smiling too wondering what Louis is going to do.

"Yes." Emma says with no emotion.

"Then why do you insist on putting your hair up?" Louis says grabbing it and yanking hard. Emma doesn't squeal or do anything really. She bites her lip her eyes squeezed shut.

"Let. Go." she says through her teeth.

"My, my. Twice in a week." i say stepping closer to her. She looks me up and down with an expression i cant decipher. Suddenly she shoves Louis against the wall who let's go of her in surprise. She's about to bolt out the door when i catch her and slam her back against the door of the bathroom. She seems to be holding her breath as she stares up at me. "You little bitch." Louis says still surprised. Then he starts laughing. We both look at him confused. "Let her go, let her go." he says bending over laughing. "Unless you want me to leave you two alone in here." Louis says raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively. I step away from her in disgust and Emma looks at the ground. "Come on man." Louis says throwing an arm over my shoulders as we walk out the door leaving Emma in the dust.

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My back feels bruised and the top of my head still stings from when Louis pulled my hair. I yanked it out of the ponytail as i walked out of the bathroom. The first bell rang and i had to book it to my classroom across campus. I got there as the bell rang. I was exhausted already and the day hadn't even started. I rubbed my arms and saw that they were slightly bruised from Zayn's grip on them. It really felt like he could've snapped my arms in two. I sigh and try to pay attention to today's history lesson but all i want to do is bury myself in my arms and fall asleep. I try to regain focus as I tap my pen nervously on my desk. The tapping helps. I sigh and sit up straight. Good posture helps too. I shouldn't get agitated in this class. I should relish it. I have only two classes that are free of my harassers. AP Gov and Econ and Calculus. My two best subjects and my favorites for the very reason that I don't have to deal with Zayn, Harry, and Louis. A note flops down on my desk and I turn to see Niall mouthing at me to open it and pointing toward the note. I don't really know Niall. He hangs out with Harry and them sometimes. He's a partier and a womanizer from what I've heard. But he's also extremely smart.

I open the note gingerly like it might blow up of something. There in his scrawled handwriting is a weird message. Don't let them get you down. But before I could look toward Niall and ask what he meant the note is snatched from my hands by Mr. Cunningham. "Emma Waters. You're better than this." He says sounding rather disappointed. Instead of reading the note to the whole class like he usually does he crumbles it up and stuffs it in his pocket. By now everyone is staring at me and I'm sure my face is bright red, the whispers begin as he walks back up to the front of the classroom. How scandalous Emma passing notes? I try to sink into my seat and disappear but it doesn't work. The bell rings and I hang beak putting my stuff away slowly. I notice Niall does the same. I shoulder my backpack and glide down the rows Niall across from me. He keeps up with my pace as we exit the room.