Lucifer a.k.a Luke Hemmings

Chapter 1

Friday
July 17
Philadelphia
Sunny day
3 in the afternoon

Yes, very specific. But it's important to this story. It was when this story, our story, my story, whatever, began. I was walking around town since I was spending the day in philly. Nothing new. But I was going to get lunch when I dropped my phone. I bent down on the sidewalk and rushed to pick it up so it wouldn't get stepped on by any speedy pedestrians. As I was standing back up, one of these speedy pedestrians walked right into me, knocking me down on my butt onto the sidewalk. Looking up, I saw a teenage boy on his phone. Great. He put his phone in his pocket and I saw his face.

He was pale, but not blindingly so, and had blonde hair and vivid blue eyes. He was looking back down at me and I could just sense the frown on my face. I'm guessing my assumption was accurate because immediately, his cheeks turned a slight red. He held a hand out to me and I took it, begrudgingly. This kid had just walked right into me on the sidewalk and now my bottom hurts. This was lovely. I didn't know who he was, but he was getting on my nerves already. Standing up once again, I tried to look eye to eye with him, but he was a few inches taller, so I sustained my frown.

"I'm sorry," the stranger said. "I didn't see you and I was distracted. It was a complete accident. I'm late to meet my friends and-" I interrupted his rushed words. I didn't miss the fact that he had an Australian accent.

"It's fine," I told him, partially lying. I was kind of angry still. But he did seem sorry. "It's not like it's the first time I've embarrassed myself in the middle of a crowd of people." I smiled a little, and he laughed. I think he was nervous, but oh well.

"I do that all the time," he said to me. No one really does that all the time. Do they? Besides, who even is in front of crowds of people all the time? I would hate it.

"I totally get it, I'm really clumsy," I said to him. We walked a short distance to a bench that was in the park across the street. We crossed the street quickly and I sat down on the bench, the boy just stood. I looked at him, completely confused.

"I just wanted to make sure you're ok," he said, his cheeks blushing again. "Are you ok?"

I padded down my body dramatically, as if making sure I was intact. "Yup, I'm good. I have a sore butt, but I'm fine."

"Good," he said. "I should really get going. My friends are gonna be wicked mad if I'm late."

He started to walk away but I called out to him. "Wait!" He turned around when he was maybe five feet away. "What's your name?"

He smiled slightly and scratched the back of his head before he replied. "Seriously?" I nodded, unsure why he didn't think I was serious. "Luke Hemmings."

I thought about it, then decided that Luke was such an average name for such a unique person. "Not anymore, Lucifer."

"Ok then," Luke laughed. "What's your name?"

I smiled up at him, "Scarlett Gillens."

"I'll see you around then, Scarlett Gillens." With that, he gave me a small smile, showing me his dimple and nice teeth, and continued to walk away. I had no idea how I was going to ever see him again, but I definitely wanted to.