Cecelia:

Saturday, which was the day of the party, wnt by quickly, of course it did. But Sunday went by really fucking slowly. I was so bored, it's not even funny how bored I was. Alexus didn't speak to me, I knew she most likely went back to Jamie's after dropping me bak off at my place. I really didn't mind not speaking to her though, she'd became a total bitch. But the weird thing is, it's Monday, and usually on Monday a bunch of guys hit on me, but now.. nothing.

I walked down the main school corridor recieving some weird looks from people as I did. I shrugged it off and just continued my walk to my locker. I needed to grab my Algebra book before actually going to Algebra, even if I was going to be late to class. Which I most likely was going to be. I barely learned anything in school, so I just focused on ignoring most of what all my teachers said.

Except art and drama, those were the only classes I even tried to pay attention in.

As I was opening my locker, my combination was really simple 01-12-33. In my opinion it was simple. A few boys looked at me, one smiled, until something, or maybe even someone, behind me must've done something. They all quickly looked away and began to walk in the opposite direction I was going to walk in. I sighed, things were just getting really weird. No one was even talking to me, and I didn't know why. It was strange, I'll admit, I actually kind of missed being hit on by dudes.

I practically slammed my locker shut and began a steady jog to Algebra. But the bell, signalling class was starting, rang two seconds before I could sit down. "Late yet again Ms. Blake." Mr. Carmichael said peering over his list at me and letting out a blunt sigh.

"Sighing Carmichael." I said and slid into my seat quickly dropping my bag beside me.

My brother, Conner, was sitting in the seat to my right. Alexus would have been in the seat to my left if she would have been in class. She wasn't. Which oddly enough, didn't surprise me, anymore, but yet it surprised everyone else in the room, even my brother, who knew about her and Jamie. "Do you know where she's at?" He whispered over to me and I shrugged shaking my head slightly before opening my Algebra book and letting the torture begin.

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Just as the ball was ringing Alexus rushed up to me and grabbed my arm. "Where were you?!" I asked as she began to tug and drag me away from Conner and the rest of the school.

"Don't ask shit! Just listen!" Her voice was completely harsh as she raced down the halls still having a tight grip on my right arm. I didn't disobey her, instead I just tried to keep up with her same pace. I was still getting those weird looks from everyone and some dudes look terrified, but I didn't care, I shoved it away and focused on Alexus. She walked outside of the backdoor of the school dragging me along with her until she turned around making her curled brunette hair twirl also. "This is serious. Please, please, please promise not to freak out." I was slightly scared about what she was going to say, but nodded and went with it. "Thanks." Wow, she actually said thanks. Surprise, surprise. "I'm.. I'm pregnant.." My breath hitched.

I couldn't even stand still anymore. My heart rate was increasing. She was nibbling her bottom lip while looking at me and waiting for me to answer her. I took off running back into the school, down the halls, and as far away as my feet would actually carry me. I couldn't register my thoughts, or what she'd just told me. She was lying, I knew it, she had to be. I swear though if this was a joke, it was a sick joke.

But when I ran into someone, my breatheing, I noticed, was really heavy and it seemed like I was panting. I looked up. Turns out, I ran into some random dude. He was cute though, chocolate curls lacing his eyes and face and he had really nice green eyes that were pouring down into mine. "Uhh. . . sorry. ." I mumbled and took a step back trying to even out my breatheing. That's when I noticed.

He had tattoos. A few on his right shoulder, not a few, a lot, and he had some scaling down his right arm, only about three on his left. Da fuq? I looked back up at him to see he was staring at me while raising an eyebrow. "Well, be more careful." His voice was loud and husky right before he walked out, almost looking like he was walking away cautiously.

I was so utterly confused right now. This was getting too damn noticeable to be a one time thing. And that was right, because over the next two days, not only was I avoiding Alexus, even when she tried to talk to me, but everyone else was avoiding me, minus my brother Conner and the occasional 'hello's' from some of my friends. Which was actually the surprises throughout my week.

But I always noticed a girl with short black hair and a brown streak occasionally looking at me in the one class I have with her. Art. Sometimes she'd show up to my drama class, but barely ever, almost never. Hehe, that ryhmed. Moving on.. she actually decided to sit next to me in class today.

I slid into my seat and sighed. Smiling to myself. One of my two favorite classes, the only one I have an A in too. I chuckled to myself into I felt a weight sit down beside me. No way, someone actually took complete notice of me. I looked over to my side and was shocked. The girl with black hair and a brown streak in it was sitting to my left. There wasn't a spot to my right, I was in a corner. She had a small star tattooed on her right hand which was the hand she was using to right a note. I turned back away from her quickly.

Until someone say down in front of me I was bored. But it was a boy, he had short black hair. He smiled at me, until something must've clicked. He got up quickly and moved to the other side of the art room. "Seriously?" I mumbled. "Again? Fuck." I sighed and slumped back in my seat.

That was until the girl tapped my shoulder. I turned to her and let out another sigh. "Yes?" I asked and tilted my head to the left.

The girl ruffled her brown streak before turning back to me with a small smile on her lips. "You were at the party Saturday night, ey?" Her accent was thick, and Australian. I don't know why but I always liked Austrailian people, they were just so tan and had a cute accent. But that's in my opinion. I nodded. "Didn't you see who that guy was that kissed your cheek?" Before I could respond, someone knocked on the door of the art room just as the bell rang.

I turned my head to the door. The teacher was getting up and walking over to open it. She was a small teacher, well, to me, she was. She was still tall, just not as tall as some of the guys in this grade. "Ah. Come in." She said in knowingness letting whoever it was in the room.

It was the boy from the party.

He had a black tank top on revealing a bunch of scattered tattoos on his arms and some on his chest. "I'd like Lindley and Cecelia, please." Mrs. Greggory asked for me, and I'm guessing the girl beside me because she stood up just like me. I slowly made my way over letting Lindley get over there first. She stood to the right of the guy and grabbed his arm in her hand whispering something to him. He nodded and looked over at me for a split second. "You two go with him." Mrs. Greggory motioned to the boy. "He has your next assignment." I looked around at the rest of the class, most of the people completely trying to ignore me.

A sigh left my lips and I nodded at Mrs. Greggory before Lindley and the guy began walking from the class. I followed about one foot behind them my hands in my pockets and my mind wondering off to other places. That was until someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into a corner. I recognized her as one of the people in my grade that hung out with my brother Conner. "I'm Tonisha." She greeted and pulled me back further into the corner. "You were at the party right?" I nodded. "The boy who kissed your cheek, that's-"

Suddenly it regestered in my mind. "Louis Tomlinson." My breath hitched for the second time this week.

Tonisha nodded at me quickly before slowly dragging me out of the corner. "The reason everyone is avoiding you is because he kissed your cheek. You're his now." With that, she scampered off down the hall. Weird, much? I sighed and turned around, before smacking into a chest.

"She's right." I looked up and met the blue eyes that I met before. "You're mine."