Chapter 3
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Juliet's P.O.V
I drum with my pen as I suddenly feel like doing it and groan as it falls from my hand to the floor. I crawl to see under my bed and smile as I see it. I stretch my hand to take it and eventually end up falling from my bed, hitting my head.
I'm not clumsy or anything, my bed is being a bit slippery. It is not my fault; it's my bed's fault.
I groan in pain and rub my head as I sit on the floor. I take the stupid pen and glare at it. I get up from the floor, still rubbing my head, and hear some noise.
I narrow my brows and shrug it off. But then I hear the same noise again. I walk to my window, as the noise seems to come from there. I open my window and see nothing. I scrunch up my nose, as a habit that I always do when I'm confused, and look around.
I don't see anything but then I get hit by something, in the head, again. I groan and look back at the window to see Louis.
"What the heck?!" I yell at him as he throws another rock, but I luckily ducked to this one. I get up and glare at him.
"Jul, finally," he says and I scrunch up my nose. Jul? Okay...
"Come down!" He says, signaling with his hands to come down.
"Uh, no." I tell him as I look at him as if he was mad crazy.
Is he expecting me to jump from the second floor? Well, he is crazy if he thinks I will actually do it.
"Come on, Jul!" He says, using that nickname again. It's starting to grow on me.
I have never had a nickname, unless 'Romeo and Juliet' is considered as nickname, which is not. This is the first time someone has called me something different than Juliet. Or 'Romeo and Juliet. Sometimes I think my parents named me 'Juliet' on purpose. But no, they will rather die than see me date anyone from the Tomlinson's.
"Are you crazy?!" I tell him and he nods, making me snort.
Yeah, how could have I ask him that. I mean he is crazy and there is no doubt, so it was a stupid question to ask. This is nothing compared to the other things he has done. This kid is mental!
"Come on, please!" He begs, placing his hands in praying way.
"Why do you need me to come down?" I ask him and I notice him sigh, as his chest rises up and down.
"I need you to come here, because I'm taking you to my concert." He explains and I narrow my eyebrows.
What?!
"Uh, no you are not." I tell him and he groans.
"You need to come!" He says and I shake my head as 'no'.
I can't and won't go. I can't go, because my parents will kill me if they find out I have went, no, they will actually just kill me for looking at the same the direction as he, so I don't want to know what would happen if they find out I went to HIS house. I would admit that his concert does intrigue me a little, but no, like that phrase 'curiosity killed the cat' yeah, I don't want to be that cat. I can't go no matter how much it intrigues me.
"Sorry." I tell him and turn around walking back to my bed.
I look at my notebook that is on my bed and tilt my head side to side. I'm doing my math homework, I actually am checking it. I already have done it, but I'm so bored I decided to check it, to see if the answers are right. I can be considered as a nerd... But I don't care. I actually have a normal social life and really good grades.
I hear some loud noise and my eyes widen. I walk back to my window and the next thing I know is that I'm lying on my floor with Louis on top of me. Don't ask how it happened.
"How did you climb in?" I gasp as I look at him with my eyes wide open.
"It was not easy, but thanks to you I landed with no scratches." He says and I glare at him. I think I'm going to get nauseas from all of this hits. I have hit my head three times already, and two of them are Louis' fault.
"Could you please get off me?" I ask him and he sheepishly smiles at me. He gets up and offers me his hand to get up. I take his hand and get up rubbing my head.
"If I die it's on you." I tell him as I go back to sit in my bed. He laughs and I roll my eyes.
I pretend to do my homework as I see him walk around my room, looking at it. He looks at me and I immediately look back at my notebook. He chuckles and I suck on my lower lip. Awkward.
"So, this is your cave?" He asks. I feel my bed sink as he sits on it. Cave? Pft, I'm pretty sure my room looks way better than his. I can already imagine pizza boxes spread around the room... Actually it's the exact as Roxie's room. But instead of hot boys posters there will be naked girls on motorcycles and stuff like that. EW.
"Yes," I tell him and he nods. He keeps looking at my purple room and nods, again.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him and he looks back at me.
"I came to take you to my concert, take you out of your cave." He says and I scoff.
He still has that stupid thought that I don't live. Ugh.
I can live, I can have fun, I can be all wild... Who am I kidding, if my parents see me wearing some hippies' shirt they will send me to my room and tell me I'm grounded.
"What makes you think I will go?" I ask him and he grins at me.
"I just know one way or another you will be there." He says and I huff.
"Well, you are wrong, because I'm not going." I tell him and he ignores me. He takes my notebook and reads it. I try to snatch it back but he gets up making me fall. Fourth time. Actually, this time it's okay. I just got smeared on my bed.
"Great, you have finished your homework." He says as he throws my notebook to me, making it land on top of me.
I quickly get up from my bed and smooth my shirt. He looks at me and his eyes widen. That's when I realize I'm only wearing an oversize shirt and really short shorts, so it seems like I'm pant less, which I'm not. This is my pajamas. I don't usually dress like thus, that's why he looks surprised.
"You can go like that." He says still shocked and I feel my checks redden. I start pulling down my shirt and awkwardly suck on my lower lip.
"Not even in your dreams." I tell him and he chuckles.
"Miss? I heard some noise coming from your room, is everything okay?" I hear Marie from the staircase. My eyes widen and I look at Louis, who is perfectly fine. I push him to my closet and he narrows his eyebrows.
"What?" He asks and I open my closet.
"Get in!" I tell him and he shakes his head as 'no' with a smug smile plastered on his face.
"Please!" I beg him, as I hear her footsteps coming closer. I look at him begging and he sighs.
"Okay, but only if you come with me." He says and I open my mouth to protest, but soon close it as I hear her knock.
"Fine!" I huff and push him, getting him inside the closet. As I close the door Marie enters my room. I smile at her, controlling my heart beat, and she looks at me confused.
"Everything alright, miss?" She asks and I rapidly nod. I hate it when I'm nervous and I have to lie. I start to talk with a high pitchy voice and very fast, sometimes I even say the most stupid things ever.
"Perfectly fine, just did some uh... Exercising?" I say, making it comes out more as a question instead of an answer, and I hear Louis' laugh, so I hit the closet to tell him to shut up.
"Why are you hitting your closet?" She asks as she comes closer to the closet, but I shake my head, stepping closer to her.
"No, it's a new... Exercise, it's for the hands." I tell her and she slowly nods.
"Okay, I guess that's why I heard the thump," she says and I nod smiling at her, "I will go back to cleaning the kitchen, be careful, with those exercises." She says and I give her some thumbs up before she leaves.
I sigh in relief as she closes my door and Louis' comes out of the closet. I chuckle at the resolution of that and turn around to look at him.
"So, how does that exercise work? I need to work on my hands; I only have one type of exercise." He says and I gasp as I understand what he means by that.
"You are disgusting." I tell him and he laughs out loud. I cover his mouth with my hands glaring at him and I feel him smirk through my hands.
He grabs my hands to uncover his mouth and I see his stupid smirk, "We are leaving, come on!" He says and I groan.
"How long is this thing?" I ask him and he thinks for a second before shrugging.
"It sometimes lasts the whole night." He says and my eyes widen.
"No, Louis, I'm sorry, but no." I tell him and he frowns.
"But you just said you will come!" He says sounding really disappointed and mad.
"I'm sorry, but I can't go." I tell him and he groans.
"And I thought you were different." He says before turning around and walking away to my window. I bite my lip and I grab his wrist stopping him.
"Louis, I'm sorry but my parents will kill me if they find out..."
"If they find out you are with me." He completes me and I open my mouth to say something but sigh. He needs to understand that my parents are not like his. Sometimes I wish they were, though.
"It's okay, I get it, our families hate each other. But I actually thought you were better than that. I guess I was wrong and you are like them." He says and I look down at my feet.
"Bye, Juliet." He says and he jumps from my window.
My eyes widen and I scoot myself to the window to see him perfectly fine. He looks up at me for the last time and shakes his head. I sigh and close my window.
I go to sit back on my bed and look at my notebook. I groan and throw it away.
I rise up my legs and hug them, resting my chin on top of my knees.
I didn't mean it that way. But he is wrong. I'm not like my parents, I'm far to be like them. It pisses me off the fact he thinks that. I can't go to his little performance because... I just can't. I know that going there will be the wrong thing to do. Even though, it doesn't feel like it.
No! I cannot go.
My parents will kill me and they will never trust me ever again. They are anyways coming any minute, they will not let come out at this time. Especially to Louis' house.
Just by mentioning his name I will get grounded and will never be allowed to come out of my house.
It's really absurd. I don't understand why they hate each other. They never told me why. I'm pretty sure it's some stupid reason. Maybe my dad's company gained less than the Tomlinson' or something like that. Gosh, I hate this stupid hate between them.
I hear my phone ring, cutting my thinking train, and take it from my night stand.
Roxie's picture popping out. I answer the phone and place it on my ear.
"Hey, Roxie!" I say as I answer. I distant the phone from my ear as I hear some very loud music coming from the background. I sort of need my hearing.
"Woho! Jul, you have no idea what you are missing!" She says. Using the same nickname Louis used.
I sigh and throw my head back, lying in the bed's hardboard. I think I do know what I'm missing. There is no need to rub it in.
"This is your last chance, are you coming?" My eyes widen as I suddenly hear Louis' voice instead of Roxie's. How did he get there so fast? Oh, right he lives 5 minutes away from my house. It's really ridicules, I mean; if I had enemies I wouldn't live close to them. I would try to leave the far as I can. I guess my parents follow the phrase 'keep your friends close but your enemies closer' literally.
I have to admit that I felt jealousy at the thought of them together. How is that possible? I do admit, I sort of like Louis, I never really hated him, but I don't like him as in like like... As in I want to be his girlfriend or anything. I don't really know. The truth is that I have never fallen in love, had a boyfriend, even kissed, so I have no idea how any of that feels like that. So, if I am in love, it doesn't have to be with Louis, I won't know, I will feel it, but I won't really have a name for the feeling, because is unfamiliar to me.
"I-I..." I stutter as I bite the inside of my cheek.
I hear a door getting closed and I cuss under my breath. My mom is here.
Now I really can't go, even if I try to sneak out they will catch me. My mom always checks up one me while I sleep. She covers me while I sleep. I know it's her, because who else could it be? Right, only my mom.
"You what?" He asks and I sigh answering him. A sigh only brings bad news.
"Oh, okay, I guess not." He says and I slowly put down the phone. Seeing the screen show 'Call ended'.
I cover my face and groan. I can't stand this! I want to go! I want to be with Louis. I want to listen to his odd type of music. I want to experience new things. I don't want to be locked up inside of this four walls room.
I want to be free!
I want to be free to do whatever I want. I want to be free to date whoever I want. I want to be free to like whatever I want. I want to be free to choose whatever I want. I want to be free to go meet Louis whenever I want!
I'm tired of being locked up.
A/N: Oops! Look at that, Juliet seems to be developing feelings to her Romeo. How cute. What a bummer, she didn't go to the party. Maybe next time ;)
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