One person I've never had to lie to, that knows all about me, makes me genuinely happy, my absolute best friend. Luke Hemmings.
We've known each other from pre-k when I fell off the swings and he helped me get to the teachers, we've been best friends ever since then. Luke and I both are outcasts I'm, not like most girls and Luke gets made fun of for being more into boys.
So we have each other and I'm grateful to have Luke everyday of my life.
No one wants to take the time to know him which pisses me off more than anything he's really a great guy. He's so talented with singing and guitar, he's really funny, and he's just the over all perfect friend package. But no one can seem to learn how to look past labels other people give us.
I will never forget one day I came to school, I saw Luke getting punched by the school asshole Nick, I lost it. I remember my face heating up and running over there and punching Nick in the face making him fall and scream in pain.
I should have stopped there, but I didn't I continued punching him until his nose was broken. So now he hates me so that means all the girls that think he's perfection hate me too, but I don't regret what I did that day to protect my best friend.
So now every time I go to school and see nick I see his nose, it has a bump on it from where it broke and it reminds me every time I see it.
So I guess that tells you a little about my life. And my school life too, it's also the last day of summer break so that means school tomorrow, great.
I heard my phone start to ring when I realised it was my FaceTime. I hit the screen picking my phone up to face me when I saw Luke appear on the screen.
"Hey Brook!" He greeted happily smiling, "hey Luke!" I responded situating myself on my bed.
"Ok so schools tomorrow I hope you know" I sighed and nodded in response "awe don't be sad! It will be a good year I can feel it Brook I'm telling you!" He said.
He's always so optimistic sometimes I get worried he will set his hopes up too high and get disappointed in the end. "I hope so." I said quietly "oh and I have good news!" He said smirking into the camera "oh lord" I giggled and I saw Luke place his phone on his dresser to hold it up and he went to his bag on the other side of the room then returned with a peace of paper in his hands.
"What's that?" I asked confused "this my friend is the greatest piece of paper ever known to the history of man!" He said waving it around excitedly. "Damn it Luke would you just show me the damn paper!" I said annoyed now "well little miss impatient" he told me crossing his arms and easing an eyebrow making me laugh.
"Ok ok I'm sorry! Now show me the greatest paper ever knows in to history of man!" I said.
He stood up and did a little dance making me even more anxious to see it, he went down on one knee and put the note to the camera.
I waited for the camera to focus when it finally did I read
'678 -***-****' - Mikey
My mouth fell open and I started clapping loudly. "I GOT FUCKING MICHAEL'S NUMBER!" He screamed throwing a dance part for himself. "Luke! I'm so happy for you! You've been crushing on the guy since 8th grade!" I shouted.
Ok so let me explain, Michael Clifford is this guy at my school that Lukes been crushing on forever, and Mikey is like us. Like I mean he's an outcast. He seems really cool though, I never see him talk to much though he's mostly sitting in the back writing in his notebook.
He really actually is pretty attractive, he's really pale and tall, he has faded violet hair and a black eyebrow piercing that
Drives Luke crazy and any other person that looks at him.
"Ya well, um actually Megan got it...." He explained quietly. "Wait what?" I asked him "well you know Megan? In our science class?" He asked me and I nodded "well I asked her if she could do me a favour and, s-she said yes." He explained "So he gave Megan his number not you?" I said immediately wanting to take it back as soon as it left my mouth. "Well, ya." He shrugged staring at the paper in his hands.
"Luke we don't even know if he, you know, if he-"
"Likes boys." He cut in looking very upset. "Ya." I said slightly blushing.
We had an awkward moment of science which was interrupted by a loud slam from down stairs and I recognised it to be my dad. "Shit Luke I'll see ya tomorrow I've gotta go."
"Wait! Brook! Wai-"
I turned off my phone and hid it under my pillow because my dad would be mad at me for being on it. "What the hell!" He screamed and I rushed down stairs to see my dad leaning on the table drunk.
"You little bitch! I told you to make me dinner!"
'No you didn't' I thought
"I'm sorry dad I'll make some right now what would you like?" I asked walking over to the fridge when I saw a beer bottle fly past my face crashing into the fridge shattering everywhere making me scream.
"Shut up!" He shouted and I started to feel a brining in my arm and I noticed it was bleeding from the bottle. I covered the gash with my other hand and thankfully it wasn't too deep to do much harm.
"That's your fault" he slurred and I just nodded agreeing with him "I'm sorry dad" I apologised.
