Chapter Twelve

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Luke takes a deep breath before speaking, "Mia, I didn't mean anything I said the other day, I know you might find that hard to believe, but you've got to trust me!"

"During the holidays I got some bad news. I don't know why I was so rude to you. I never used you to fuck. I really like you. I never had sex with Stephanie, I never had sex with any student! I was just pissed off and upset. I promise everything I said was a lie, except the Stephanie hating you part, that was true."

"I know you may never believe me, but I just want to let you know that I'm truly sorry!"

I don't know what to say, so I just hug him. "I missed you," I whisper.

"I missed you too." He kissed the top of my head.

"What was the news you got?" I ask him.

"You'll find out soon," he replies.

What's that supposed to mean? I won't ask anymore questions, incase he gets mad.

"Well Mia, it's getting late. I'll drive you home," he says, getting up.

"Okay." I follow his actions. I grab my shoes and go to his car.

~

"Thanks Luke," I smile.

"That's okay. Thanks for forgiving me," he replies.

I get out of the car and walk to the front door. Mum and dad are probably sleeping. I go upstairs and run the shower.

I wash up and brush my teeth. I'm really happy about Luke, but I really want to know what news he got. What does he mean I'll find out later?

Right now I just want to sleep. I get into bed and lay my head on the pillow.

~

Monday comes to fast for my liking. I've already got a detention and first period hasn't even begun yet! I got it because I was rude to a student. I meerly told him to get fucked and don't ever bump me again. Not my problem.

Michael isn't here, so that means LONER. He says he has a headache, but I know he doesn't want to do Science. It's his worst day today.

I sit at my table waiting for homegroup to start. A few minutes later a bald man with glasses comes in. "Morning students," he says. "I'm Mr Anton. I'm your new teacher." New teacher? What the fuck?

A girl in my class, I think her name is Clarissa, raises her hand. "Where's Mr Hemmings?" She asks.

"You guys don't know?" We shake our heads. "He got transferred, to another school," he explains. This is the news he got? Why didn't he tell me?

"So some school took our hot teacher? Our ONLY hot teacher?" Amanda asks.

"Uh yeah..."

To: Luke

'you got transferred? why? - Mia'

I send him a quick text. No one is listening to Mr Anton, they seemed to be off in their own world. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.

From: Luke

'my brother is very sick and he doesn't live here so i got transferred to where he is. I'm sorry x - L'

To: Luke

'I hope your brother gets better, everyone's pissed that you left. - Mia'

From: Luke

'They'll get over it. - L'

Yeah but I won't.

To: Luke

'Where's your brother? - Mia'

From: Luke

'Very far away from Sydney. I've got to go, bye. - L'

To: Luke

'Bye... - Mia'

~

Detention was shit and I ditched last period because honestly I couldn't be fucked doing anymore work. Right now I'm at Michael's house eating pizza. He's sleeping and doesnt know I'm here, but oh well.

An hour later Michael finally arose from his slumber. He screamed when he saw me a fell off his bed. It was so funny!

"You have pizza?" He asks.

"Correction, had pizza," I smile.

"Fucking pig."

"Awh love you too Mikey," I lean over a kiss his cheek.

"So what's been happening at school?" He asks.

"I got detention and Mr Hemmings got transferred," I reply.

"Hahahaha, you got detention!!! And Mr Hemmings was a creep anyways," he laughs.

"What the fuck? No he wasn't!!" I protest.

"Mia, I'm just kidding. He's a cool guy," he says in defence.

~

"Babe text me when you get home," he says.

"I will," I kiss his cheek and leave for my house. Michael always makes me text him when I get home, because he wants to know if I've made it back safely. He's so protective, I love it.

I enter my house and quickly text Michael. I see heaps of boxes scattered around the the living room. I walk into the kitchen, "what's with all the boxes," I ask mum.

"Mia sweetie," she sighs. "We're moving."

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