“I’m deeply sorry Lou” My voice cracked high pitch in harmony, terrified by his presence. He was the ‘rebel’ the ‘bad boy’ of the school and everyone feared him dreadfully. Black-inked distraught tattoos covered up his strong toned biceps and aligned his arms and neck. His blue eyes sparkled but were held back with a dark shade. His medium light brown hair swooshed on top of his head standing still in a perfect frame. His skin was a perfect tan and flawless, but some bruises diverted the concept. His leather jacket, black jeans, and spiky belt complied well with his bad boy look. I shamefully gathered my books, praying that no one saw my fall. I stood on my two feet, a bit unbalanced, and it took my breath away when I was face to face with Louis. “Watch where you’re going next time yeah?” He harshly said; practically threatening me. He leaned in, popping out his chest expecting me to startle back in fear. Only to his surprise I didn’t. He got closer, complying me to lean back on the lockers. He placed his right hand and one the left over my tiny frame. He hovered over me, making sure I was trapped. His hot breath tingled against my skin. We were nearly eye level. “So guess you aren’t scared of me.” He teasingly joked as I stood frozen in spot; speechless. I wasn’t just scared of him but frightened. I’ve heard so many horrible rumors I couldn’t even bear to finish the rest of what people were gossiping. According to all the rumors, he hurts anyone who gets in his way, doesn’t matter the gender or age. He's cold-hearted to children and elderly but is aggressive to anyone near his age. The rumor that terrified me the most was the possessiveness his holds. He always gets his ways regardless of who gets harmed. He enjoys it when people are scared of him. It gives him satisfaction knowing people won’t get in his way or they’ll know he’ll hurt them, physically.
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