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Chapter 1

Presleigh-Mae's POV

        Every day we wake up, not knowing what to expect. Every second lying before us remains a mystery. Some days we wake up feeling good and our worlds fall apart in the same 24 hours. Others, well, are the opposite. Like today..

        I wake up to the sound of the obnoxious alarm sitting on my night stand. I roll over to snooze and realize that it is 6:15. 15 minutes after I was planning on getting up. Today was a big day. The first day of senior year. I jump out of bed frantically, making my way to the bathroom to do my hair. I was planning on looking super cute today; curl my hair, do my makeup. Suddenly when I look in the mirror, I look ten times worse than every other morning. Ugh. As I run a brush through my hair, my phone rings back in my bedroom. Still grooming myself, I run to my room and pick up my phone. Hannahxx. I answer, apologizing that I'm running so late. "Hurry up, Pres! We gotta get to homeroom so we can get a good seat!" she yells. I hang up, throwing on the first outfit I can find in my closet: a plain white flowy tee, covered by a beige coat with a floral skirt and my black vans. (picture to the right)

        Running downstairs and out the door, I climb into my best friend's car, apologizing again. "Dang girl! Aren't you looking cute?" Hannah says, giving me the who are you trying to impress? look.

        "Really? I mean, I just woke up. But thank you!" I look forard, noticing sudden brake lights. Everyone is stopped. "What is going on?! Ugh. Now we're really gonna be late.."

        "On the bright side, we don't have to listen to the whole 'first day back to school' speech." Hannah replies, making a very valid point.

Luke's POV

        It's gonna be a good day. A new start. A new year. No more Australia, no more asshole Luke. People don't know me, it is a new start.. Today is gonna a good day..

        I look in the mirror to make sure I still look good. My Cobain shirt and black skinny jeans matching perfectly with my black Vans. Giving my mom a kiss on the cheek, I walk out the front door to my car and speed down the road. Nirvana blasting through the speakers, windows down, the breeze blowing through my hair.

        I was never one to like stop signs. I mean.. If there's no one around me, why do I have to stop? Dumb logic to me. I approach the stop sign, not seeing a single car, I continue right through the intersection...

        An impact hits my chest, my head slams into the steering wheel, my seat belt pulling me back into my seat. I look up to see my car smashed together with another one.. The impact making contact with the drivers seat of the other car.. A young man, probably around 20 or 21, has a bloody head and he isn't moving. I step out of the car, running over to him, gently shaking him. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP! HE'S NOT MOVING!" Other cars stopping, people running out of their cars on their phones running towards the damanged cars. Suddenly, I hear sirens.

        The paramedics move everyone out of the way, attempting to break down the driver seat door to get the unknown man out of the car. Soon, they have him on a stretcher, being loaded into the ambulance. Police officers are continuously coming up to me and surrounding witnesses getting testimonies. I can't believe I did this. I can't believe I may have just killed a man. So much for a changed Luke, so much for a good day. Cars are backed up for as far as I can see, finally being rerouted.

Presleigh-Mae's POV

        "Finally!" We both say in unison. The time reading 7:05. As we drive past the crash, I catch the view of a tall, lean blonde-haired boy. "Daang! Do you see him? He's cute!" I say.

        "Presleigh-Mae.. You and your infatuation of blondes.."

        "Well, can you blame me?" I answer, giggling.

        Pulling into the student parking lot, Hannah pulls her keys out of the ignition and we grab our backpacks from the backseat. "Oh,I can smell senior year!" Hannah says.

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        "Welcome to class girls.. Starting off the year with a tardy, I see." The voice of Mr. Smith makes me sick. Hannah and I take a seat next to each other in the front of the room, considering those are the only seats left in the room. As Mr. Smith takes attendance, Hannah continues to make her jokes about the teacher and mimicks his every word. I try not to laugh, but it's hard to contain it.

        A half hour later, as the bell is getting ready to ring, the door swings open and in walks the boy from the crash. "Welcome. I am Mr. Smith, welcome to class. And you are?"

        "Luke.." The boy says, looking at me. "Luke Hemmings."

(a/n) Hey guys! I just want to say thank you so much for reading! I already love you all. If you have any story suggestions, please message me and let me know. I will absolutely consider them! I apologize for the not-so-great writing. This is in fact my first story and I am simply using this to 1) express my love for Luke(obvi) and 2) gain some experience so I can improve my writing skills(: I'm not sure how often I'm going to update, I guess it'll just depend on how much you like this story and how many people read it and vote and stuff(: Again, thank you all so much for your patience and understanding through this journey. I am looking for to getting to talk to my readers! I love you guys xx -Shaena