Boo Bear's the Bad Boy (Being Re-written) (On Hold)

Chapter 1~ The Beginning

Chapter 1

Eleanor's P.O.V.

Fuck One Direction. Well, one of them is on my list, the list of people I hate, that is. 

Maybe it was his cheeky smile, maybe it was his cocky attitude, or it was the arrogant way he held himself. Or the fact that he was living the greatest life someone could dream of living, while I was just... just me. But it was most likely the fact that he had broken my heart, betrayed my trust, and played me. If there’s one thing I can't stand, it's players, especially lying players.

Flashback

I walked out of the classroom, all the other students rushed past, pushing, screaming and eager to get to lunch, I don't really like lunch, it actually reminded me of how alone I was at school. At least in class, it was assigned seating so I wasn't alone in that class... just no one would talk to me.

Even if I was the one who didn't talk to anyone, I liked it. But it made me feel so much more alone. I sighed and began my walk to the library, where I usually had my lunch in the back corner. 

Suddenly, all my books were snatched out of my hand, which included my lunch. I looked up to see who took my stuff and came face to face with the person I hated. Louis Tomlinson. He was the most arrogant, annoying, egotistical, dick I'd ever met. A.K.A, the most popular guy at school, the biggest player and the resident bad boy. He was also the person that made my life a living hell.

"What do you want, Louis?" I asked, impatient. I just wanted to have lunch alone in the corner of the library, was that so much to ask?

"A lot of things, some of them are things you can't give me, unfortunately. It's sad, such good looks wasted on someone like you," he stated, twirling a piece of my brown hair around his finger. 

I stepped back and slapped his head. He narrowed his piercing blue eyes at me, I could sense the power he had over me and I was a little bit intimidated... actually, I was a lot intimidated. But even as time went by, I couldn't help but remember the good old days. 

When Louis and I were best friends, we'd play at each other's houses, make mud pies, play hide and seek. The day we entered Junior High, he died. My best friend died, and replacing him was some arrogant dick. He was in the 'it' crowd now, even in high school, he went to the parties, had a different girl around his arm every week, he got anything he wanted, he ruled the school, and everyone he didn’t accept ended up living in hell, a hell called high school that is. I was one of those un-accepted girls. A loner nerd that wasn’t even that smart.

I don't know why it happened, but the betrayal left a scar, it's always been there, but I've hidden it all these years, it's almost invisible. I was staring at his nose, I never looked into his eyes, and they scared me too much. I was afraid, that all my old feelings would resurface. I've buried them so deep that I don't feel them anymore, but I couldn't take the chance. 

He had taken a few steps closer to me, backing me up against a wall, trapping me with one of his arms above my head, the other holding my books out of my reach, but still I refused to look into his mesmerizing blue eyes. The creak of a door captured both our attentions, we looked to the side simultaneously, only to see Tim, one of the jocks on the football team, not American football, actual football, or what Americans call soccer, stared at us before he smirked at us, as if he knew what we were doing. He was turning to leave, but not before he said something that made my cheeks turn into tomatoes. 

"Get a room, lovers!" 

I covered my now tomato coloured cheeks and quickly stepped away from Louis as if he were a wild fire. He started laughing like crazy, a sound I hadn't heard in a long time, and he wasn’t smirking, or glaring, but he was doing something I haven’t seen him do in a long time. He was smiling now, as in with his teeth. Was he smiling because of that comment about… us? I locked that idea in a box in my head and focused on my books that he still held.

"Can I have my stuff now?" I asked. 

"Let me think about it?" he said, pondering it while rubbing his chin. 

"Well?" I questioned. 

"No," he said. 

"Fine, what do you want?" I was bored, hungry and cranky and I would do anyth-

"Forgive me," he stated. 

Except that. "No."

"I am really sorry for that, El. It's haunted me everyday. I can't stop thinking about you. I need to have closure. Please forgive me, I'll do anything, anything for you to give me one more chance." he said.

I slowly lifted up my head, looking into those light, but deep blue eyes, and all I saw was sincerity. I had always believed in second chances, and it did happen a long time ago, and here he was apologizing for his mistakes. Better late than never. The tiny butterflies started resurfacing in my stomach. Oh no... those tiny little feelings were still there. I willed them to go away, but staring into his eyes I couldn't help but hope he felt something. Selfish, but I couldn't help it. Maybe I should try it out, see what it's like. I opened my mouth, ready to reply him when I saw Louis' face break out into one of those smug smiles. 

 "I literally can't believe you fell for that, El. You know I don't do sorry. You're still as gullible as ever. See you around. Or not. I'd rather the latter." 

He threw my stuff on the ground at my feet and I felt my heart being crushed, again, and my eyes watered but I refused to cry. I bent down to pick up my stuff and I wiped the few traitor tears that had slipped from my eyes and headed to the library. I checked my watch and I had fifteen minutes left of lunch. I would only have barely enough time to eat. I sighed. 

Louis Tomlinson is a douche, an arrogant douche, a hot, arrogant, sexy, douche. No! He's just an arrogant douche and I'll leave it like that. 

Present day

Louis' POV

Eleanor despised me. She had every right to, I'd broken her heart, I'd betrayed her, I'd played her, and I’d manipulated her. I basically did everything someone could do to make someone else hate them.

Flashback

I had thrown her books at her feet. I heard a little sniffle and I felt horrible. I didn't want to do any of this. But... my reputation had seemed so much more important in Junior High. I hated myself for it. But you can't change what I did in the past. Or, what I didn't do in the past. 

But I can't show my soft side. I was Louis Tomlinson, player, bad boy, popular. Eleanor, she was nerdy, but beautiful, sweet and so amazing. She wasn't a fake like everyone else. She was real in every way possible. 

And even if she thought I hated her, I would always, always love Eleanor Jane Calder.

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~chocolate<3