scars [l.h]

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the bell for the end of the day rang, and the two teenagers head out for the day. as he was walking out of the school, luke realized that he would have to work with emilee some time, whether it was today or tomorrow or next year. so, he decided to make the first move- as always.

"emilee!" he yelled across the student parking lot, causing emilee to meet luke's gaze and widen her eyes in horror. she pushed her head down again and speed-walked towards the sidewalk that lead to her house. this, of course, only caused luke to speed up and yell even louder.

"hey! emilee!" luke chased after the introverted girl, making her panic. her panicking increased quickly and before she even knew it, emilee was having a panic attack.

she tried desperately to control her breathing but every attempt failed, causing her to panic even more. her hands and fingers went alarmingly cold and she began to sweat like a pig. emilee tried to keep walking but it was no use. her anxiety had taken over her, making her collapse onto the concrete, in a fetal position. 

in the meantime, luke was still frantically chasing after emilee like a boy chasing his runaway puppy. once she had collapsed on the floor, luke froze in place. for all he knew, she had just died right in front of his eyes. he sprinted towards her body laying on the cement, taking deep breaths to avoid getting too tired. his adrenaline pumped through his body like a drug, and he used it to run faster than he had ever run before.

then, her body was there, in front of him. fortnately, she was not dead. she was breathing, but erradically. tears cascaded down her face and across the bridge of her nose, falling onto the cement and creating a puddle of desolation. being the oblivious idiot he was, luke began to ask her what had happened.

"hey, emilee? what happened? are you okay?" he said quietly, patting his hand on her back slightly, and rubbing it in circles in an attempt to calm her. as expected, emilee did not respond. she only continued her turbulant sobbing.

"emilee, i cant help you unless you tell me what happened" luke moved his hands to the panic-stricken girl's soft brunette hair, moving it out of her face. she squirmed uncomfortably at his intimate actions, but spoke no words. her heart steadily decreased it's frantic pace, and her tears seemed to stop descending down her red face. she sniffled quietly, as if to signal to luke that she was in a more controlled state.

"hey, everythings gonna be okay. im here" luke smiled cheekily, showing his perfect teeth and making his black lip ring somehow adorable, rather than badass. emilee couldnt help but smile, but only a little. she couldnt have luke thinking that she had feelings for him. nevertheless, she felt her cheeks get red and her stomach flipping upside down at the thought of luke robert hemmings paying any attention to her, let alone telling her that he was 'there for her.'

the silence persisted between the two, as emilee drowned in her thoughts and luke drowned in emilees eyes. he knew that something was happening, something that didnt happen with all the girls he had hooked up with. even though he had never heard her speak, he found himself intrigued by her, and he wanted to know everything about her.

as emilee got deeper and deeper in her own mind, she thought of the first time she would talk to luke. what she would say, how she would say it, when it would be, and most importantly, if she would even be brave enough to say it. could she let someone in to her mind, let them see all the things she sees? 'yes,' she thought to herself, she would surely be able to get over her fear if she really tried.

lukes head shot up and his eyes widened in surprise. his hand flew over his gaping mouth and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"emilee, did you just say 'yes"?" he managed to say after a few speechless moments.

emilees eyes shot open in horror and realization.

"yes" she whispered to herself, in disbelief

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a/n: so ive decided that i want maia michelle to be emilee, but imagine her with like rly messy hair and like a puffy face and like someone thats clearly struggling with depression and anxiety.