Chapter 4
Luke’s POV
“Coach!” I yelled as I ran into the gym.
I know it would be stupid to tell coach about what happened yesterday at Scarlett’s dorm room since he had already warned me against going there. But I need help.
“Luke, I heard you trespassed into the girl’s block again. Want to tell me what you were doing there?”
“I may or may not have went to have a small chat with Scarlett.”
“Why did you do that Luke? I told you to give the girl some space?”
“I know but I just can’t stay away from her. Coach, she called me a freak,” I said, signalling the water works.
Coach looked slightly appalled by my outburst and unsure of how to react.
“Am I really a freak Coach?”
“No Luke. You aren’t a freak. Your mind just functions slightly different from normal people. But hey, you know what the cool kids say; Normal is overrated,” Coach told me, trying to sound cool.
I burst out laughing at his attempt to sound young and hip. Soon enough, he had burst out laughing too.
“Luke, this is why I told you not to communicate with her just yet. You’re still unsure of what to say in front of her. Don’t make her hate you even more than she already does.”
“She hates me?”
“Most probably.”
“Why? I never did anything to her, besides trying to get her to like me. Why would she hate me because of that?”
“Remember, she thinks you are this unattractive, freaky weird kid with horrible clothing. You know what, why don’t you just skip classes today.”
“What for?”
“I have an idea. You want to change the way she looks at you, then that is exactly what I am going to help you do. We are going out and getting you new clothes that will make you look attractive. But to look nice in those clothes, you need a fit body, so on you go,” he said gesturing to the treadmill.
“I have to run?” I groaned.
“Yup. Just for an hour or so. After that we will get you new clothes.”
“Won’t I get caught for skipping school?”
“It’s college son. No one really goes to class. You will be fine.”
With that I got onto the treadmill and began running. I started off at speed 5 and Coach gradually increased it till I was running at speed 8.
Half an hour pass and I had run a total of 2.1 km. Whatever, that is good enough for someone like me.
However, Coach didn’t seem satisfied with that so he made me continue running.
“Can’t I stop now?” I begged.
“No way Hemmings, you will be running 3 km till you get some muscle in those flabby legs of yours. Understand?”
“But Coach I can’t run.”
“And why is that?”
“I… have Asperger.”
“Haha very funny. I am increasing the speed now, get ready.”
He increased the speed to 8 and I ran till I managed to run a total of 3 km.
“You took 1 hour and 45 minutes to run 3 km. That is profoundly atrocious Hemmings.”
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Beautiful Tragedy
Fiksi Penggemar(Luke Hemmings AU) To him she was out of his limit. To her he was trying to hard But it’s not a secret that they were both just rejects.
