Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter seven

I walk into Biology pretty early for once in my life, walking over to the familiar bench I've learned to hate. I throw my bag down onto the table, climbing onto the high chair, resting my head on the desk, closing my eyes for the final couple of seconds before class starts.

The bell signals the start of class, lifting my head up from the table, my eyes still closed letting out a huge sigh, just wanting the day to end. I open my eyes making eye contact with the teacher, Miss Steele gently smiling at me, as a girl I don't recognize walks through the door.

Her blonde hair flows from her middle parting, falling to her mid back. She walks up to the teacher, not paying attention to what they're saying. I flick through my phone, no messages in particular to reply too. As they finish speaking, the girl looks around the classroom, spotting the spare seat next to me.

She slowly walks over to the seat next to me, making eye contact as she does, "Hi, I'm Violet," she smiles a little, curving her lips slightly.

"I'm Fleur," I smile a little, not entirely sure what to say other than that. I grab my phone charger from my bag, plugging it into the two socket unit in between our two seats.

"You're allowed to charge your phones in here?" Violet turns to me slightly, grabbing a note pad from her bag.

I let out a small laugh, shaking my head, "Not usually, but Miss Steele has given up on me," smirking slightly.

"Oh," she simply lets out a small sigh, sending me a small colour, obviously not knowing what to say either.

"Where are you from?" I ask, from her American accent, a little different from mine.

"Boston," she rolls her eyes, "I hate it here. I hate everyone. All their bourgeois designer bullshit, the east coast was much cooler. At least we had weather," she lets out a small laugh, as I smirk at her opinion. I nod along, "Have you always lived here?" she asks.

I shake my head, "No, I used to live on the east coast, but my dad moved from his job, when I was about five, so I wasn't old at all, but yeah," I send her a small smile, "is this your first day?"

"Yeah, today," she slumps in her seat, nodding along in response just before Miss Steele begins her lesson.

The bell rings, signalling the end, standing up as soon as the bell rings, Miss Steele letting out a large sigh at my rush to leave, writing the homework on the board. I shove my books and phone charger in my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I grab my phone sliding it in my back pocket as I see Violet beginning to pack her things away.

I begin to walk away, but turn back to her at our desk, "You have anyone to have lunch with?" I ask. She shakes her head no, probably unsure with where I am going to go with this, "You wanna sit with me and my friends, they're dicks at times but they're not too bad." I joke around, making fun of my mates when they're not even here.

"Yeah! thanks," she sends me a small smile, grabbing her bag before walking out to the cafeteria.

I drop my tray onto our table, huffing as I throw my bag under the table, sliding in next to Calum, "Everyone this is Violet," I turn to her, Violet sending everyone a small smile, "Calum, Michael, Luke," I point to each of the boys individually as I say their names, introducing them to Violet.

Her Hazel eyes rake over each of the boys, nodding to them as she takes a seat next to me, Michael already sitting opposite her, with Luke next to him, opposite me. We still haven't shared a single word to each other. "You know Violet, you really remind me of someone, but I can't remember who," he lets out a small chuckle, as I roll my eyes.

"Oh that's great Michael," I tease, Violet letting out a small laugh next to me.

He rolls his eyes, smirking over to me, not saying a word. "So Violet, where are you from?" Luke asks, taking everyone by surprise as it's the first thing he's said in at least a day.