Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter five

Cal tells me to wait in the car while he pulls up to Michael's house. I just nod, overwhelmed with butterflies, but no way do I want it to show. I watch him as he walks to the door, knocking a few times. Michael opens it, in a black suit, with what just looks like a simple black t-shirt on underneath. Of course he can't just wear a normal suit, he has to 'Michael' it up some how, the black of the suit almost making his Burgundy tinted black hair look even redder.

He hands Cal what looks like his bass, before grabbing another guitar case and heading to the car with it. Michael opens the back door behind Cal's side, I look over my shoulder, Michael smirking, "I didn't think I'd see the day that you'd be wearing a dress."

"Didn't I'd see the day that you'd have a shower, but some things do come true," I roll my eyes, giggling a little as he shoves his guitar in the trunk.

"Oh burn," he smirks, sitting in the seat behind Cal, Calum hops in the front seat again, driving what looks like the route to school.

Cal fixes his white button up shirt, leaving it untucked, as he rocks back and fourth on his heels, something I know he does when he's nervous. "You'll be fine," I sweetly smile, resting my hand on his shoulder, squeezing it a little. He chuckles a little, clicking his knuckles, another he does when he's nervous, "honestly."

He sends me a small smile, raising his eyebrows as I hear the footsteps coming closer behind me. Ash, Luke and Michael walk by, stopping slowly as they reach Cal as we all stand in the school corridor. Luke wearing a full black suit, with a black button up, tucked in, Ash wearing something similar to Michael, with a full black suit also but a dark grey t-shirt underneath, with a necklace and wearing a hat which I got him for Christmas a while back.

"Haven't seen you in a while," Ash pushes my shoulder, making me stumble a little in my heels. I pout, making him let out a small laugh, "well we better get going, we're on in a minute," he turns to Cal, Calum nodding slightly. I send Cal a small smile, who just looks as if he's going to pass out.

"You'll be fine," I mouth, reassuring him as he sends a gentle smile. Michael and Ash slapping his back, as he turns around, (I guess in 'boy body language'?) making him feel better.

Luke turns to me, smiling gently, as I admire his small quiff, sticking up in all directions as he flattens it slightly while he slides his fingers through it. He sends me a small smile, turning back on his heel, following the boys that have already started walking in the opposite direction. I shrug, obviously not knowing at all what that was.

I walk back into the crowded gym, everyone dancing to the god awful music that they decided to play. "Fleur!" A familiar voice calls to me, as a group of girls walks over in their heels, a lot slower than they would usually.

"Hailey," I send her a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I haven't seen you in ages, how've you been?" she sweetly smiles. Hailey and I used to be good friends, well best friends. We just slowly drifted, grew up, like everyone does.

"Good thanks, you?" I smile softly, dreading the small talk between us as I zone out for a minute or two as she explains how she's been for the last year, which I don't quite catch, "I'm just going to get a drink but I'll see you later?" I smile again, as she nods I swiftly turn away almost running over to the drinks table.

I pour myself a drink of whatever seems to be in the punch bowl, nothing exciting I can imagine. I smirk as I reach in my bag taking out my small hip flask, looking to see if any teachers are roaming about, not many are actually even here, just the librarian who is old as the school is, and the gym teacher surrounded by fifteen prepubescent girls wanting to get into the twenty-something year old guys pants. So they're both pretty occupied or unconscious (in the librarians case). I pour a little of the clear liquid into my drink, sliding my flask back into my bag, turning to face everyone on the dance floor dancing. As I walk between as the people walking towards the bleachers, a couple of people turn to say hi, not bothering to stay and small talk as all I want to do is just watch the boys and leave. Finally walking over to the bleachers, sitting by myself watching everyone else enjoy themselves.