Teenage Dirtbag | l.h

"He's Luke Hemmings"

When I finally make it to my first class, I sit down in an empty seat in the back corner.

Suddenly, everyone turns towards me and gasps.

I stare at them strangely, and even the teacher looks at me with shocked eyes.

"What did I do?" I say and everyone starts whispering.

"Your in his spot." A pretty, shy girl says, in front of me.

"Who's spot?"

On cue, here's comes the boy of my dreams.

Just kidding. It's that dick who pushed me down.

"He's Luke Hemmings." She whispers, staring at him in awe.

"He's a jerk." I say rolling my eyes.

"Maybe, but he's hot, and, your in his seat." She says, sending me a worried look.

He walks toward me with a scowl, and the whispers throughout the room continue.

"Move." Luke says and he leans down into my face.

"No."

"Now. Your in my spot." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Nope." I smile sarcastically at him.

"Fine."

I think he's going to walk away, but no. Of course not.

He picks up my desk.

Or his desk, and shakes me out of it, turning it so I slide out.

I fall onto the ground with a thud, and no one says a word.

"Your kidding right. That was two times within an hour."

He ignores me and puts the desk back down, sitting in it.

"Jerk." I mumble. I get up from the ground and sit in the desk next to the girl, and she tells me she's sorry with her eyes.

I smile at her and I look towards the front of the room where the teacher begins class.

Thirty minutes into this lecture we're having, I feel something hit the back of my head.

I ignore it.

Another thing.

I growl and look back, already knowing who it is.

Luke looks at me, a smirk on his face.

"Do you have a pencil?" He asks.

I pick up the two pencils from the ground that he threw at me and smiled fake at him.

"Yep, two." And then I throw them.

The class gasps once again, as he catches them both with one hand.

"Try that again." He growls through his teeth.

Damn this dude is legit.

"Sorry, they slipped." I turn back towards the front and when I feel the pencils hit my back, I lose it.

I fly up from my desk, and throw them at his face, and this time he doesn't catch them.

I don't get to see his reaction because I'm already out of the classroom with my backpack slung over one arm.

Where are those damn bathrooms. I walk around a few hallways, but can't find them.

I suddenly hear footsteps behind me, and I mentally groan.

I walk a little faster, but suddenly im slammed against the lockers, my hands above my head.

My eyes stare into bright blue ones in shock.

His face lightened up with a smirk.

"Where are you going, babe?" He asks, and I practically spit in his face.

"Don't call me that." I say clenching my teeth.

I try to wiggle away from him but he's too strong.

"Answer me. Where were you going?" He says sternly, forcing me to look at him.

"To get away from you." I say frowning at him.

"I'm Luke Hemmings." He says, growling at me.

"I'm Dawn Peavy, so?"

"Don't talk to me like that." He says letting go of me.

I slap him on the face, and start to walk away, but not before saying,

"Don't talk to me at all."

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Ok it'll get good soon I promise.

Hard to write bc all this zayn stuff. but it's gonna be okay. It will.

I love you all.

///becca .xx