scars [l.h]

afraid

the morning both luke and emilee woke up at 6:55 and followed their daily routines.

emilee had another round of cutting, then a shower. once she had gotten out of the shower, emilee dried herself off and threw her hair into a messy bun. she applied her powder foundation and attempted at creating a smokey eye, but gave up after 10 minutes, applying a light brown eye shadow all over her lid and then her typical winged eyeliner- the thicker the better, as always. she skipped breakfast, as usual, and started on her walk to the hellhole that was more commonly known as new rochelle high.

luke took a shower first and practiced his pick up lines in the mirror- not that they ever worked. he gelled his hair up carefully and meticulously, for maximum chick-picking-up. he danced a little bit, just to practice his dance moves- in case the pick up lines and hair didnt work, of course. he threw on a green day shirt and the only type of pants he owned, ripped black skinny jeans. he also, as most teenagers in the world, skipped breakfast and started up his 2015 toyota celica, driving down the road to his favorite place, new rochelle high.

luke and emilee lived on the same road, so it wasn't unusual for the two to cross paths. in fact, they crossed paths on a daily basis. not that they ever noticed each other, or even acknowledged each other's prescence. but now that they had been assigned the project together, luke immediately saw emilee walking on the sidewalk. 

he decided to pull over and ask if she needed a ride, partially because he felt sorry for her, and partially because he thought he would be an asshole if he didnt. 

"hey, emilee?" he yelled as he was navigating his car to the curb. emilee turned around with a confused look, but didnt speak a word, because she never did. 

"do you need a ride?" he said a little softer, now that he was closer to her. she shrugged, and started walking again, being careful to look down.

"hey, i can give you a ride if you want." luke moved his car slowly next to her, so that she wouldnt get away. emilee shook her head without looking up and walked faster. luke pushed a little more on the accelerator to keep up with her, and emilee soon realized that she wouldnt be able to get ahead of him. she signed deeply and turned around, rolling her eyes to make her annoyed-ness as obvious as possible, without talking, of course.

"do you want a ride?" luke asked again, much softer, since he knew she was so agitated. she sighed again and nodded, manuvering to the passenger seat and getting in hastily, slamming the door. luke jumped slightly at the aggression, but drove the car away from the curb and towards their school. 

"so, do you like ever talk?" he said after a seemingly endless silence. emilee shook her head and looked down again, wishing that her hair was down so she could create a curtain around her face.

"why not?" luke asked, genuinely curious. she shrugged without moving her head. the rest of the ride was silent.