Temptations

I walked through the gates of the school to the Admissions Office to get my class schedule. Every year the school has a policy where students have to wait in a long ass line to get their new classes. This semester was no different.

Electives are our choice but the general education was all the school. I remember Louis was in my choir class the other half of the semester. Watching him sing was such a thrill. He enrolled in a beginning class but he was no beginner. I've wondered if he knew I watched him all that time. He probably didn't notice. He was always so busy with learning his lines for whatever the new school play was. I didn't even know if he was seeing anyone. The stick legs probably had eyes on him but I never saw him hang out with that crowd at lunch time. Drama crowd had their own area as did every other clique.

I can only guess what kind of person Louis is. I suppose he, based on the few short conversations I've had with him can be a good friend. He seems like a people person and I like that. But it's not a façade. Least I don't think. I admit I do look at him a lot. In choir I would stare at him when the class was warming and imagine what it'd be like to be in his life. Be his girlfriend. I always see him running around the school keeping busy, doing this and that. I've spoken to him a total of 4 times but never properly. Which I think sucks because I think he'd be great to one-on-one with.

He has that air of confidence about him that isn't too over-the-top but just enough. I think that's what girls see in him. He's got a wicked since of humor and comic timing that only Jim Carrey can compete with. I don't know if he's the romantic type though. He had maybe one long term girlfriend so far and I haven't seen him with a girl since. I've never even had a boyfriend myself. I've had crushes but never a guy in my life who was more than a friend. My first kiss is still out there too.

I took my place in the line behind some students and moved up when it finally started moving along. This is what I dreaded. Now I am going to be late for my first class and then come those awkward, unnecessary looks from students like you just murdered someone. I always hated that shit.

I tapped my foot. I was only 5 feet from the front office and I started to get anxious. I tend to get like this when I grow impatient. I was tired and cranky and didn't want to be messed with.

My shoulder got bumped and I almost fell forward but caught myself in time. My flats were a lifesaver. I turned to see the stick legs clink passed me, walking on just their bones. Debbie looked over and gave me the snarky wave I did to her earlier. Hell no, but, I wasn't going to beat her ass, even though she deserved it. She has picked on so many people at school that I almost can't watch anymore. One of these days I'm just gonna say fuck it and destroy that fugly face of hers. Rhinoplasty and all. Her nose is so thin it looks like a pencil. The best way I can describe her is: picture Regina George, only not hot. She's one of those who think she's god's gift to anything. She thinks she can get any guy and any girl to convert to her evil ways. It's a good thing my sanity skipped out before I got swallowed in and she took my soul.

"Sorry babe." I turned around and spotted De coming up to me.

Her sandy blond hair fell past her shoulders and she was wearing a cute long sleeve top with her favorite skinny jeans today. In fact we both look really cute. She cares a little more what people think of her whereas I couldn't care less. I am far from a trend setter.

"It's OK. I don't plan on giving those nervosas any reaction."

De fixed her bag pack on both shoulders. She made a face; maybe she got her books already and didn't feel like carrying them.

"Did you hear about the new guy?"

My brow crinkled, "What?"

"I overheard a few girls in the library talking about the principal having some meeting with a new student in her office. He's got a hot accent."

I rolled my eyes. Sometimes Delilah exaggerates to no end. The reason why this school has so many rumors than most schools is because nothing truly happens here. It's squeaky clean and the principals make it stay that way. We don't even wear uniforms and the school still has a decent rep. Aside from the bulimic crew, it's a fucking boring experience.

"Good to know." It was my turn up and we both got our information settled.

I waved De off and walked around the hallways.

It was 15 to 8 in the morning and I still needed to find my new locker. I always hated this part because the locker they gave me the previous years were out in the middle of nowhere. I basically had the ghost town locker. What the school gives us doesn't constitute as a locker anyway. It's no bigger than a foot and no wider than that either.

I finally spotted it and smiled. They were quite nice to me this year. Maybe it had to do with me being a senior and all. I actually got a locker that was near the quad. I breathed a sigh of relief when I walked toward it. The locker combo was easy enough. I did all the turns and went to lift the latch, but it wouldn't budge. I tried again and it was like something was jammed inside it. God I hope not gum.

Good luck then bad, on the first day? I placed my hands on my hips and then tried again. I have a tiny frame at 5'4" but I'm pretty strong when I want to be.

I yanked at it and groaned until my fingers nearly got red from the pressure I put into it. Damn it. Shit balls.

My body shook when a hand reached above my head which I instinctively ducked from, narrowing my eyes. Whoever it was banged my locker a couple times and it finally came loose.

I turned around and stared into Louis' aqua eyes who wore a cheeky smirk.

"Hey there."

I stumble over my speech before some actual words come out. "Hi, Louis."

"You alright?" He gestured behind me. "I had a locker like that last year. Giving it a good bang always works."

Bang? I could think of a few things I'd like to bang now. "Thanks. I was running late, I needed that."

I never know what else to say to him. Maybe he was just as nervous as me because he didn't say much either. Damn him. I can't possibly stare at him when he's right in front of me.

Louis has a penetrating stare and I may be late for class if I get tangled up in it.

"Sure, love." He breathed out finally, smiling brightly, eyes sparkling.

I turned around slowly, biting my lip; I can't stare at him too long. Least not when I know he's watching me too. I could hear his breathing and only wonder what he was thinking. I don't think Louis has ever been this close to me before.

"Eva?" My name rolled off his tongue and I felt like I was dreaming. I closed my eyes popping them open again. I'm being silly. Jesus man. I feel like I am in one those teen shows. Any minute a Top 40 Emo song will play in the background.

I panicked. I pulled my ponytail tie out suddenly, letting the rest of my damp hair out to dry. I never wear my hair down unless I was in the mood to or to hide my blushing. This was an emergency.

I turned around, rising my eyebrow, if possible, Louis came closer. Damn him. Shit.

"I saw you got your schedule, you taking drama this semester?" His bit his lip. I watched him roll it in his mouth and popping it out in the most delicious pout. Fuck me.

I look down at the floor, it was safer. "Yeah I think so. It was my extra elective."

"Oh good. Well, I'll see you there, love." He moved even closer, removing my hair to the side, my pink cheek exposed. "I'll save you a seat." He whispered in my ear, pulling back and winking.

I grinned like a little girl. I know I looked like a huge embarrassing mess to him. This is what I don't prepare for when talking to a hot guy.

"See you there, Louis." I could almost get out his name in confidence but not quite. My voice was still soft and shaky.

"Bye." He said as he pulled away and turned his heel in the other direction. He walked outside to the quad, meeting his friends, turning back, staring at me one last time.

I laughed to myself and turned back to my locker. The one Louis touched. Wait, he didn't just touch that. He also touched me. He touched my hair. It kinda counts.

Shit, I'm gonna be late. I blame my hormones.

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