Chapter 6

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"Hey that took awhile. Everything ok?" Louis asked as he saw Eden walk down the stairs.

"Yup! Come on. Let's go!" She said while pulling his arm and sitting him down on the couches around everyone.

"Let's play a game." one boy suggested.
"How about charades?"

"No. We arent in the second grade anymore John. How about spin the bottle?" Eden suggested, smiling.

The group nodded but Louis was hesitant.

"Um how about a different one." Louis suggested.

"Oh Louis. Come on. Don't be a wuss." one of the boys pressed on.

Before Louis could retort, they started.
"I just won't play." Louis thought to himself.

After a couple minutes of people spinning the bottle, it was Annie's turn.

The girl spun it swiftly until it slowly came to a halt.
Everyone slowly looked up at Louis.

"I'm not playing. Spin it again." Louis said nervously; but before he could speak anymore Annie leaned in from beside and kissed him.

Louis pulled away quickly.
"What was that?!" Louis yelled while standing up.
"I'm leaving." He said whilst grabbing his jacket and quickly running out.

"Thanks Annie. I got a good, clear picture."
Eden whispered to the red head.

***

The next day Louis woke and looked at his clock.

*10:56*

Louis sighed and slowly got out of bed. Though he already missed first period, he still had enough time to make his second class.

When Louis was walking to his classes that day, he felt like everyone was staring at him.
He decided to just shrug it off. After all, he was a celebrity. He got stares everywhere he went.

When Louis finally made it to his dorm later that night, he decided to go on instagram for the first time that day.

That's when he saw it.

Louis' heart dropped as he scrolled through his feed and the picture came up repeatedly.

It was everywhere. But how?

Louis frantically called y/n; knowing she'd already seen the picture.

Louis what is going on?

Y/n ok I can explain

I don't know Louis.
That picture is pretty self- explanatory.
How could you?!

Y/n I'm sorry.
You have to listen though.

I'm sorry Louis.

*call ended*

Louis' heart broke as Y/n hung up.

What have I done?

***

"Are you ok Y/n?"

"Yeah"

"She obviously isn't Issie! Why would you ask that?"
"I don't know!"
"Well do you want to talk about it?"

"No thanks. I'm good. Though as hard as it is, I think it's best if I move on from this and not dwell on it."

"Yes that's the bad bitch energy we need!
Ouch! Why did you hit me?!
We mean, good for you Y/n. Very mature."

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