Manners

"You went to her house?!" I exclaimed when Liam came back from his walk down from the lighthouse; he nodded, silently.

"Well? What happened?" I asked impatiently.

"She-she forgave me." Liam said those words like he couldn't believe she did. But why? Its really hard not to forgive Liam, he'll do the puppy eyes on you. I can't go under that kind of pressure.

"So you're like besties now or something? Or even worse, you're dating?!"

"Not even close to being friends." Liam muttered, my eyes widened.

"No way! She forgave you but didn't except your token of friendship?" I put my hand on my chest in exaggeration. But this was really surprising, how did she withstand the puppy eyes?

"She didn't even give me a chance to use my puppy dog eyes on her." Liam groaned and put his head into his hands.

"You have a sick need for being liked." I muttered. It was the stone-cold truth.

"No! I just don't like having enemies!" posted Liam. I shook my head, chuckling.

"I can't believe she didn't accept you're friendship, this is your classic move and you've never been turned down!" He groaned again.

"I know!" Liam ran to his bed and hid under the covers in shame. Laughing, I took my phone, went outside, and checked my texts.

There was one missed call from Mum. I quickly pressed on her number and walked out to the small patio and sat down on the worn, fold-out chairs.

"Hey Mum!" I hollered, happily. I love my Mum so much, I miss her more than my best friend, Stan.

"Louis, I thought I brought you up better!" yelled Mum.

"What are you talking about?!" I asked, completely baffled.

"Harry called and told me that you have been bullying a girl at school. What was her name again? It was like a deer or like a reindeer..."

"Giselle? What? I'm not bullying her! I just really don't like her..."

"Louis, we agreed that you wouldn't do these kinds of things." She sighed.

"I just can't stand her, looking at her makes me angry, I don't even know why!" I cried like a lost kid; I really hate it when I upset Mum.

"Lou, you know exactly why you can't stand her, Harry told me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Well, can you please apologize to her and get her a present? And try to be nice to her?"

"What? No way!"

"What did she do to you?"

"Well-"

"And what did you do to her?" Silence. I knew I should of agreed straight away, but my pride got the best of me.

"In my defense-" I began.

"Louis William Tomlinson, you are going to apologize to the poor girl and give her a gift! I will call you're friends for conformation as well. No exceptions." And then the line went dead.

I've never been cut off by Mum before, this must be really serious. I banged my phone down on the table.

"She's really serious." I muttered, unhappy about my realization.

"What the fuck am I going to give her?" I yelled in frustration. Girls are super picky about stuff. So clothes is a definite no-no. How about something french related? To remind her of what I speak and what I don't speak?

For the first time since I arrived in America, my mind made a good decision. Smiling, I knew my present was perfect, but the question was: Do I have enough money? Picking up my phone, I redialed Mum's number and I told her what I needed. After series of begging, I got what I wanted and the plan was set.

"Louis! According to your football schedule that you gave me, you have to teach some seventh graders in ten!" Yelled Liam from inside.

"Okay! I'll meet you at the diner at eleven!" I shouted back, making my way to the bike racks.

"See ya!" called Harry. I ignored this, still angry at him for snitching. I couldn't believe that he betrayed me, out of everybody, I trusted Harry the most. More than Mum, Stan, and El-well now I can't trust anyone!

I could feel the anger build up in the pit of my stomach and it just kept growing. I needed some kind of release. So when I decided that everyone would play against me when I was training the middle schoolers, I believe I had a good excuse when I hurt four seventh graders. Or was it five?

I really don't know. When anger washes over me, I am completely blinded by it; but sometimes anger is good. In this case, I beat 30 seventh grade guys, 19-0. I think they all went home pissed. Whatever.

And I met some really hot girl that I failed to notice at school. Her name's Jourdan Gates and she was wearing the shortest jean shorts I've ever seen, which curved around her big ass nicely. And the extra large white bando she was wearing under her thin see-through tank top teased me every time it kept sliding down. I especially liked that she was 5'8, only the tinniest bit smaller than I, but not taller. We exchanged numbers and agreed to talk at school.

Making my way to the diner, my mind wandered to Giselle. God dammit, I thought. I needed some kind of distraction; another girl.

Jourdan, an icy voice whispered into my mind. I abruptly stopped biking and leaned my bike against a tree. Whipping out my phone, I texted her:

Unbelievably hot 2day, wanna grab something 2 cool down?

I immediately got a text back:

Sure, meet you at the diner(;

How did she know that was where I was going? Looking around, I noticed a red convertible following me from behind with Jourdan smirking at me from the wheel.

"You little stalker!" I yelled at her.

"Who me?" She responded playfully, and brought the car next to me.

"Nice ride!" I remarked while coming up to her car door; she leaned over the side.

"Get in." She said, I shook my head.

"As much as I would love to get in you're beautiful car, I can't leave my trusted stead." I pointed to my rented bike.

"Alright pretty boy, but instead of heading over to the diner to cool down, we're going to head over to my place to heat it up." She smirked again, already knowing what I wanted to do. I rolled my eyes, her choice of words weren't exactly as appealing as her body.

"At least let me drop off my bike at the motel."

"How are you gonna get home? Cause I'm sure as hell not going to give you a ride home." If it wasn't for your Double D's, I would've already left, I mentally told her.

"Fine have it your way." I gritted my teeth, thinking it'll all be worth it once I get into her pants-or shorts.

"Try to keep up with me, will ya?" She smirked once again and stepped on the gas peddle. If it wasn't for my quick reflexes I would've had a flattened foot and no future career in football. The things I do for women.

"What the hell?!" I shouted.

"Sorry, you big baby." She muttered.

"You could've broken my foot!"

"Do you want to go to my house or not?" She glared at me.

"Fine." I muttered. Climbing on my bike, I followed her car to her house.

I never got back to the hotel that night.

Notes

Oh men and their strange ways...
But would you consider Louis as a man?