S W E E T S | Luke Patterson

Really Presley?!

Two ~ Really Presley?!

"Hey." closing my locker I lock eyes with the hazel color that is owned by none other than Lukiepoo Patterson.

"Hi Luke," I drawled out his name, "What's up?"

"I was thinking, me and they guys are skipping after science, wanna join? We were gonna go to the Burger Joint on main."

"Luke, I so want to come, but I have a stupid meeting with Principal Siklan after classes..." I say hesitantly, looking for the damnnnn look in his eyes "It's about my grades, and absences. Stuff like that."

"Oh, well I can stay if yo-" I cut him off, I don't want him staying just because of me.

"No. It's okay, I'll just chill with Ray and his friends today." Ray Molina was my brother's best friend before he graduated, and Ray was a year younger, so he's still here.

"Okay, well. Let's go to science," wrapping his arm around my waist he pulls me away from my locker, and ruffles my hair.

I swear this guy and his constant need to feel affection...

I hope it never changes.

♫ Time Skip: After School ♫

"Cya Molina!"

"Later James,"

School Just ended and instead of jumping in my car with the guys to go rehearse I have to make the walk to the office and meet the Judgy gazes of the secretaries, and the Even scarier gaze of my mother Elizabeth "Liz" James.

"Hi Momma." I say, my eyes not leaving my scuffed up vans

"Hello Presley, come on." nodding for me to follow her into the Principal's office. Greeted by the Faux smile of Principal Siklan, only to be returned with the doubly fake grin on my face.

"Hello Liz... Miss Presley," Mr. Siklin is the worst principal. He tried to suspend luke for having his guitar in his locker, so we all know me and the principal haven't been on good terms since.

"Principal Siklin, I'm sorry we must meet under these circumstances. But what about Presley do we have to discuss so urgently." my mom has never sounded faker than right now, she hates this guy too, but for different reasons.

I start spacing out and only hearing bits of what my Principal is saying.

"Missing classes,"

"Failing grades,"

"Those boys,"

"Bad influence,"

I can practically feel the steam coming out of my mothers ears. She prides herself on how my grades were great back when we lived in Sacramento. Says the boys have ruined me by shifting my focuses off of school.

Fails to realize the only reason I did well in Sac was because my one friend left me after my dad died, saying I became "too depressed" so I had nothing better to do than study.

"Thank you John, I'll see you later. Come on Presley" mom picked up her purse in that preppy yet mad way that tells me the car ride is not going to be fun.

♫ At home ♫

"Presley I cannot believe you got yourself suspended?"

I'm too disinterested to listen, so I slink deeper into the hood of Alex's sweater that I "borrowed" the other day.

"Presley Carrie James, those boys are ruining you. You used to do so well back in Sacramento-" see, told you she'd mention sac "If Emily knew what bad of an influence her son was, she'd regret buying that guitar even more."

Hearing my mother talk bad about the boys, Luke more specifically infuriates me.

"Bobby seems to be the only decent one, huh? He gets good grades, His mother is lovely too. You don't see Bobby getting suspended, how come out of all your friends you can't be like bobby?"

Bobby? A good influence? Okay.

"I know it has been hard since your dad died, but you used to do well while grieving, I want that version of my Presley back!" her ranting about missing my depressed self is getting annoying.

"Really Presley, that band is ruining you. There is no point of you getting wrapped up in their teen angst, they have no future. I am not letting you lose yours"

Thats. Fucking. It.

A / N:

Sorry this chapter is short, I had an Idea and I am rolling with it :))))
-Lee (she/them)