Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Study Date?

I stepped through the school doors with a new found confidence I didn’t even know I had. I felt my heart thunder in my chest and my hands shake in anticipation. My head was held high as I made my way down the hall.

I wore my usual black skinny jeans and a plain black shirt. A black sweatshirt was wrapped loosely around my waist. My hair was in its usual style. My Vans clung to my feet as well; my backpack clinging to my shoulders. One of my snapbacks was in its place against my head. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, a nervous habit I had yet to break. Taking in a deep breath, I wandered through the school.

I didn’t know I was looking for her till I saw somebody struggling with their books. I felt the voices still as she came into view. My heart stuttered as it usually did when I saw her. My stomach turned in anticipation.

 In her arms she held several books. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, probably trying not to drop them all. She bit her lip. She wore a Paramore shirt and light gray jeans. On her feet were her usual vans. Her hair was tide back into a ponytail, a different style than I was used to. Her beautiful green eyes seemed to be brighter than they were the last time I had seen her. Was she happier? She juggled the books in her arms and turned around. I watched as she slipped. A gasp fell past her lips.

“Careful.” I said, as I caught her arm in my grip, steadying her.

She looked up in surprise and smiled. I felt my own lips mirror her actions. Her eyes seemed to shine as she took in my appearance. She stared at me for a few seconds before blushing and looking away. I swallowed back the urge to touch her face.

“Thanks.” Joey said.

“Would you like some help?” I questioned, gesturing towards the various items she was struggling with.

She nodded gratefully as I took some of the books into my own arms. I adjusted my bag to accommodate the new weight that was added. Joey looked down at the ground as I followed her through the school. Blush filled her cheeks, turning them pink.

“So, what’s up with all the extra weight?” I asked.

“Extra credit.” She said simply.

“All of this is for extra credit?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. My dad saw that I failed a test in Biology so he called Mrs. Broach and asked if there was anything that I could do to bring my grade back up. She assigned me with this.” She looked at the books we were carrying. “I will be spending the next few days in the library.”

“Looks like you’ll be busy,”

“Very. And it has to be done by tomorrow.”

Before I knew what was happening, five words slipped on my tongue and tumbled through the air.

“Would you like some help?”

“Really?” She asked in disbelief. I shrugged.

“Sure. You look like you could use some help. I don’t mind.”

“That’s really nice of you. You really wouldn’t mind?”

“Nope.”

“Thanks.”

I smiled. What was I doing? What in the world was I getting myself into? I had just thrown myself out there. There was no going back now. I was now stuck in the library helping her for ninety minutes. It was going to be the two of us. It was going to be the two of us, one on one. Great. But, maybe this was just what I needed. I could get to know her more now. Maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad now. But, maybe it was.