'Shift' // L.H.

•FIVE•

~ALANA~

The bell rings and I'm still sitting staring at the wall in front of me, even after all the students leave.

I hear a chair screeching across the floor until it is next to me, and there sits Luke Hemmings.

"Well, are you going to look at me... Or will I just have to talk to the side of your face?" He snickers to himself.

I turn my face towards him, only to find his perfect, yet evil face staring back at me. His crystal blue eyes piercing into mine.

"That's better, I swear you never pay any attention." He begins, setting his hands on his black skinny jeans. "Now, I want to get this 9 week project over faster than you do. So you meet me at my car after school, and then come to my house." With that he was gone.

I was going to object, but he was already walking quickly out of the room with his long ass legs.

I swear he is nine foot tall.

What makes Luke Hemmings think that I don't want to end the project as quickly as he does? Why would Luke Hemmings force his house onto me like that? I have a car I can drive, but no! I bet his car is better too.

~

I scan the parking lot until I see Luke Hemmings shoving his friend Calum Hood around, and Destinee sitting on the hood of Calum's car watching as the two boys play with each other.

I make my way to the car next to Calum's and there is Luke Hemmings sitting in the front seat as if he were waiting on me the whole time.

"Not even gonna say hi to me?" He says as I close the car door, and adjust myself in the passenger seat of his car.

"Hi, Luke Hemmings." I mumble. The silence is interrupted when He starts laughing hysterically to himself.

"You're such a freak, don't call me by my first and last name. It's weird."

"Sorry Luke Hemmings- er Luke. Sorry."

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid,

~LUKE~

This bitch...

Like damn is she stupid, she is sitting in MY car! Going to MY house! Spending the next nine weeks hanging out with ME! Any girl would kill for this opportunity and she is sitting here playing with her hair and looking at the floor.

I pull into my house and walk inside.

"First thing is first, you hungry?" I ask seeing that she was just standing in the doorway of my house.

She shakes her head. "I'm good, where do I put my stuff?"

"In my room."

She stands looking at me like I'm stupid or something.

"Oh, I forget you've never been here before. Let me show you where it is at." I grab her hand and lead her upstairs.

~ALANA~

He grabbed my hand.

What the hell?

It was nice, not like anything you would expect when holding a douche bags hand.

He had a gentle touch.

~

His room was huge, which I expected because he is rich.

He had two guitars sitting in the corner of the room and in the center of the room was a king sized bed, with a black fluffy comforter.

I decide to set my guitar case and my bag in the corner next to his guitars.

"Okay! Tell me about yourself, what type of music do you like!" Luke said sitting on his bed.

"Pop, rock... pop rock. Just the usual." I say standing awkwardly in the middle of his room tuning my guitar.

"You can sit you know." He smiled lightly.

Who is this person and what have they done with Luke Hemmings the asshole?

I sit down on his bed as far away from him as possible.

"I love punk rock stuff." He says. "So what kind of song should we write?"

"I don't know, I have no ideas at all."

I set my guitar down and look at Luke, he had been looking at me the whole time.

"Maybe, we- er- should get to know each other a little better." He nervously suggests scooting closer to me.

The closer he got to me the quicker my breathing got.

"Let's go for a walk." He whispers in my ear.

I nod, unable to speak.

What the hell has happened to the real Luke?

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