Luke rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned. He took out his phone,
"04:00"
He can't believe he had just sat there on the bench for 4 hours, letting his mind wander. Occasionally changing the songs on his phone.
The sky brightened up. Well, he might as well go back home now. He got up and was just about to turn around when he saw a girl sitting on the bench behind the bush.
She had her earphones plugged in and her eyes closed. The girl actually looked tired. She had eye bags under her eyes and her messy bun was really "messy", but Luke thought she looked pretty.
The girl stirred from her sleep and woke up. She couldn't help but notice someone staring at her.
"What the fuck is that boy doing behind that bush. He's staring at me oh my god what does he want?" she thought.
Luke saw her opening her eyes and looking at him questioningly.
"Shitshitshitshit she caught me staring shit what do I do now shit," his mind went crazy as he frantically tried to explain.
"Um uh I was just, I- I think you uh are pre-" he stammered. "I'm just going to go um... sorry."
Luke ran away as quick as he could and wouldn't stop until he saw his house in the distance. He was completely out of breath.
"What did I just do? I just made a fool of myself in front of a pretty girl shit. She probably think that I am a freak now like everybody else. I would never have a chance with her anyway, I don't even know her name," he thought sadly.
He bowed his head down as he stumbled home, mood completely ruined.
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Just another boring Saturday morning, at least he wouldn't have to deal with those asshole people at school.
Luke laid down on his bed as he mindlessly strummed his guitar. The soothing sound of guitar always calms him down. He doesn't know why but it was always kind of like a soft blanket, engulfing him into a warm hug.
He was then interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Breakfast is ready Luke, come out and eat."
"No mom I'm not hungry, just leave me alone."
"You have to eat Luke, you already skipped dinner last night. Luke come out."
"Can you just leave me alone, I'm not feeling too well, please."
Luke's conversations with his mom was always like that, short. They never had much to say anyway.
After successfully driving away his mom from the door of his room, he took out his laptop and went on tumblr. Tumblr was another outlet for his emotions except for music. He could express himself freely on his blog. All he knew is that people on tumblr understood him and he was thankful for that. No one knew about his blog, not even Michael. He opened a new post and started typing,
"Another shitty day at school yesterday, what's new?
But guys, some questions have been stuck in my head and I couldn't keep them bottled up anymore. So I'm just going to ask them here.
What is the point of bullying? What have I ever done to deserve all of this?
I must have done something to make them hate me, but I couldn't think of anything I could have done to be the reason. Maybe the hate just comes naturally from people when they see me. I get it, I mean I am a fucking loser but
Why?"
AN//
Wow it's been ages since I updated and I'm sorry. Please forgive me for any mistakes because I am writing this at 2:00 am and I have exams the next few weeks. Btw, this chapter is dedicated to whiteenglishcat because she is a total babe, go check out her story. That's about it :)
This chapter is so sad omg :(
Lewkkkk
ily guys so much, stay fab and peace chicken grease nipples,
Jazz xx
