Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter six

I carry my tray over to the table where Michael, Cal and Luke are sitting, sliding next to Cal, almost dropping my tray down with a small 'thud'. Michael looks up, smirking as he sees me, as I lose my balance slightly, falling into my chair. "Guys," I smirk, "Guess what I have got," I bite on my bottom lip, trying to control my excitement.

"What?" Cal turns his head slightly, Luke not even looking up from poking at his canteen food.

I turn to my bag, pulling out five tickets, slamming them down on the table, smirking to myself. I let Michael reach over and read one of the tickets, "No shit," he gasps, "I thought they were sold out?" he looks up to meet my gaze, causing me to giggle a little at his amazement.

"Who is it?" Cal tries to reach over but Michael pulls the tickets out from his grip, laughing at Cal's impatience.

"How did you get these?" Michael asks, not taking his eyes off of the tickets, now all in his hands.

"Who is it!" Cal whines, making me let out a loud laugh as Luke lets out a huge sigh, leaning over to Michael, grabbing a ticket from him.

"I swear to god Hemmings, if you rip it, there will be no hesitation to kill you," he snaps his head up as Luke takes the ticket, watching the boys bicker around me.

"They're tickets to Culture Clash," he rapidly snaps his head up as he reads the title.

"Fuck right off," Cal grabs the ticket from Luke, "How the hell did you get these?" Cal looks over to me, shrugging as it didn't really take much to be honest.

I take a huge bite out of my sandwich, Michael and Cal rambling on about how excited they are for the gig. I look over to Luke who is still fixated on the ticket as he places it on the table just staring at it. "Luke, you alright?" I ask, he gently lifts his head, slowly nodding, to then look back down and fixates back on the ticket.

I decide not to pry considering we're not really even friends, and I don't really even know him, so it's probably not the best thing to start doing. I zone out for a while, finishing the sandwich as Cal nudges me, "You ready for Greg?"

"Who?" I say between giggles, no idea what he is on about.

"Simmons lesson," he smirks, looking pleased with himself, "we got him to tell us his name last lesson."

"Woah, badass," I tease, Cal just rolling his eyes in response, "Cal?" I ask, just a nod in response, "What's wrong with Luke?" I whisper, Cal turning his head to look at him just staring at the table, pretty non responsive to anyone or anything.

"He's been pretty dry recently - you know, no feminine action, can be a bit demoralizing. Why don't you give him a hand - literally," Cal smirks again, just rolling my eyes at him.

"Cal shut the fuck up," I let out a small laugh, "You're such a mug, I barely even know him, j-just be quiet."

I tug at the string of Luke's oversized hoodie which I decided to wear today, it's not that it reminds me of him, it's simply just such a comfy jumper. I look over to Luke who this time makes eye contact with me, "Oh Fleur - could I have my jumper back?" he asks, looking up to meet my gaze.

I nod, standing up, my arms being exposed now, from my short sleeve white striped t-shirt. I place it on the table, moving from the table, almost throwing it in front of Luke - not intentionally looking as spiteful as it did. "Hey mate, can't she give it back to you another time, she's gonna be cold?" Michael asks Luke taking me by surprise, Luke just looks up, meeting Michael's gaze and then turning to meet mine, not saying anything.

"No it's fine, I've got a sweatshirt in my locker anyway," I send Michael a small smile before turning on my heel and heading straight to my locker across the school.