Please tell me if bump worthy! Lou slammed her locker and stalked away from May. "Stupid cow!" She growled. Lou liked a boy, much older than her, 3 grades above in school, but she still liked him. "Why tell him?" She whispered, blinking back tears from her stormy green eyes. She let down her chestnut hair and breathed heavily. "Best friends, my ass..." Lou put in her ear phones and blasted out her favourite song, determined to become oblivious to the cruel world around her. She stalked around the school, and stopped herself from walking into a boy, with jet black hair, sea blue eyes, and a charming smile. "Crap! It's James!" Lou felt her cheeks bleed a scarlet red, and turned off her music. She looked straight into his eyes, and smiled. "I heard you liked me?" He questioned, a brow raised. Lou gave up on the fact that he already knew. "Yes. Your point is?" She snapped, surprised at her own frustration. She swept her wavy hair back and slyly hitched up her skirt. Lou mentally checked she had put foundation, lipstick, mascara, and oh, eyeliner on. She had. She smirked at James as he looked her up and down, and as he leaned in towards her. "Just saying." He said, his lips inches from hers. He licked his lips as she bit hers. He stared his stony stare into her eyes, and she returned the glare. She giggled, and he smiled, taking off his jacket. They talked with eyes, with smiles. "Your skirts too short." James said, matter-of-factly. He smiled, standing up as though to make himself look more superior over the small build of Lou. She was in proportion, but big boobs meant big hips. "Your shouldn't look." She smiled and looked into his eyes, but was distracted by the weekend stubble on his chin. He walked away.
Update! James POV: "What the actual Hell?" He said, shaking his head. James looked at May and quite simply said, "Go tell your best friend, then." May gulped and ran off. "Jesus..." James looked at Liam and smirked, sweeping back his hair. He didn't mind Lou liking him, but he was leaving for college this semester. "She is pretty beautiful..." he muttered to himself, and licked his lips. Chester looked at him and laughed. "She's pretty fit though!" Chester laughed, poking James forcefully in the chest. "Hey Chez? She's also mine!" They all laughed together and James punched Chester in the arm. "Ahem... James?" Chelsea coughed, tapping him on the shoulder daintily. James turned to face her, as her blonde ponytail danced and she batted her eyelids. "What?" He groaned, rolling his eyes. Her skirt was way to short, you could see her panties, and that was gross. Chelsea was Sunset Highs biggest slut. Ever. "So... I was wondering if you wanna come to my place tonight?" She asked, in her stupid whiny voice. "No." He said, and walked towards his locker. James nearly tripped over as a girl ran into him. Wait? No, not a girl... Lou. She slowly looked up at him and gulped, but quickly hid it with a smile. Her green eyes twinkled as she gazed up at him, and they stood in silence whilst oblivious to the hungry world around them. James smirked. "So, I heard you like me?" he said, breaking the silence when there was none anyway. He watched Lou with a hint of amusement as she seemed to weigh out answers and play conversations through her head. "Yes. And your point is?" she spat, but was supposedly taken aback by her own frustration. James leaned in towards her, his lips inches from hers, and smirked. Lou grinned, and he couldn't help but check her out. "Your skirts too short." He murmured, tutting at her under his breath. She shook her head and put on a straight face. "You shouldn't be looking." James, not sure what to do, walked away.
Lou's POV. "Stupid hair..." Lou muttered, attacking it with a hairbrush. She had been up for half an hour, and it was now six-thirty in the morning. "Finally..." she whispered, looking straight at herself in the mirror. Her oval face was plain, apart from one freckle right in the middle of her forehead. Her olive skin was a true sign of her Italian descent, and her chestnut hair stood out against it beautifully, softly curling around her shoulders. But, what was the most spectacular feature of Lou's, was her eyes. A glassy green, bright and round. Emerald. "Lou! Breakfast!" Marie, her Mom shouted, quite sleepily. "Coming Mom!" Lou answered, grabbing her stuff and running downstairs. "It's toast honey, but with that Marshmallow Fluff you like!" Lou grinned and ate it in two seconds flat, or not, because the four white numbers of the kitchen clock read; 07:30. "Crap!" Lou grabbed her stuff, blew a kiss at Marie, checked her hair, and then ran out the door, and didn't stop running until she got to school. The bell rang, and she was gulped into the rushing sea of students.