Louis Tomlinson.
He is the typical ideal athlete at his school, Hayfield high school. Everyone thinks they know him. You know, a player with a big ego and a small brain, the usual characteristics of a fuckboy.
Every guy wants to be him.
Every girl...
I tried so hard not to smile there and then. I kind of wanted to see how far this apology could go. I chewed on the inside of my cheek and looked at them. Liam was wearing a plain white shirt with blue washed out jeans paired with brown combat boots. His hair was up in a quiff. Zayn decided on a ripped white graphic tank top with a plaid and jean jacket over it with black jeans paired with black combat boots. Zayn's hair, instead of its typical quiff, was down in a fringe.
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I swallowed my laugh and smirked instead. "Have you quite finished?" I could literally see the sadness engulf their eyes and all their hope disappear. They looked like I just told them that their puppy died.
Amar cleared her throat. "Um, sorry to ruin the moment but the bell ringed a while ago and we're going to be late if we don't go now."
I let my smirk fall and turned to her, smiling. "I have Maths right now. Kind of don't want to go." I said then added under my breath, "There are people I want to avoid." I looked back up and smiled, pretending like I just didn't say that.
"How about we skip and go for a bite at that new place? I heard it's really good." Liam suggested, hopeful.
"Oh, look at you now, coming up with ideas!" I exclaimed.
"No, that's actually a good idea. I just wasted my lunch on Louis so I'm starving." Niall announced, getting up to go throw away what's left of his lunch: the crust of his sandwich, a banana peel and an empty carton of milk.
"I'm down. My lunch was also wasted on you, Tomlinson." Amar said and gave her tray to Niall so he could go throw it away.
I turned to Marcel, a smile immediately on my face. I couldn't really help it. Every time I looked at him, or he looked at me, a smile formed on my face. And it only got bigger when he would smile back, his dimples showing and cute bunny teeth showing. He had taken his black sweater off, since it got a bit warmer, and I could see all the tattoos that were scattered on his arms.
