How did we end up here//Luke Hemmings

Chapter 27

Mia's Pov
A loud knock on the door wakes me up from the sweet slumber I was in. My eyes open to the bright light of the sun shining through my curtains.
"Come on Mia, wake up sleepy head." I hear Luke say. I decide instead of doing what he says to wrap the duvet around my body like a caterpillar and close my eyes again, but just before I am able to do this, Luke pulls the duvet off of me as if he knew what I was going to do. Instinctively, I curl up into a ball and attempt for the hundredth time to get back to sleep.
"Mia, how are you still sleeping, do you realise what time it is?" He questions, as if he doesn't wake up 5 minutes before he has to leave any other day of the week.
"I don't care." I mumble, heavily falling into the sleep I feel I need so much.

Just as I am about to drift off again, something soft lands on my head but with a enough force to wake me up properly. I grab the pillow Luke just threw at me and throw it back with the most force my arms can throw with.

"Hey, you just ruined my hair." He moans, running his hands through his quiff, making it 'perfect' again. I chuckle slightly. I think this boy cares about his hair more than any girl in the world does.

His eyes land on mine, glaring at me for the hair I had apparently ruined. Knowing the chances in falling back to sleep with Luke in the room is basically impossible, I stretch my arms and legs out before getting up and out of bed.
"Finally, we have to go to school and your going to make us late. C'mon, go get ready." He urges me to do. He places his hands over his eyes, as if to say 'get changed, I'm not looking'.
"Luke, What's the point in going to school today. I haven't gone this whole week so why go today? Anyways, it's the last day. We won't do anything."

It is now Friday, a couple of days since the whole thing with Ashton. We haven't spoken since and it's been horrible. Although we haven't broken up or anything, to me it feels like it. I skipped school for 3 days and have just lazed about. I really don't see the need to go to school today though.

"Mia, just get up."
"I'm up, can't you see? I'm just not getting ready!" I smirk at him, leading him to roll his eyes.
"Well, get ready then. We're leaving!"
"No thanks." I walk towards the bathroom and get my electric toothbrush out. That way I don't need to listen to Luke trying to get me to school.
"Mia, hello? Can you hear me? Turn that thing off!" He whines. The small smile on my face starting to form ends up with me getting toothpaste everywhere. I wash it out before walking straight past Luke and getting my headphones and ipod out, putting the music to the point in which I can't hear him. The sound of Kurt Cobain's voice blasts through my ear while Luke's mouth moves around like a fish trying to talk to me. I turn around, and make my bed, blanking him the whole time.

His hands run through his hair multiple time, proving exactly what I thought before about him caring about his hair more than me or any other girl.
The frown on his face disappears within seconds and before I know it, he reaches for my headphones and rips them out of my ears.
"Hey, give them back." My hands go to snatch them back, but the advantage of his height and his arm in the air makes it hard for me to grab them even when I jump.
"No, you can listen to them on the way there, but we're leaving."
"I already said I'm not going. And why are you here, who let you into my house? And why do you want to go to school?" As far as I knew, Luke hated school. Has something changed?
He shakes his head before mumbling,
"So many questions."

I make my way out of my room, leaving him in there as I try to get away. Just as I go towards the staircase, the voice of my brother breaks the peaceful silence I was just enjoying.
"Hey, Mia! You wanna walk to school?" The hope in Dean's eyes shocks me slightly, but I choose to continue the silent treatment he has been getting from me the last few days.

Me and Dean have never had an argument or fight this long. Ever! But to be honest, he doesn't deserve my forgiveness until he is willing to tell me everything. So I'm ignoring him, which is hard to do when you live in the same house and the person your ignoring is constantly following you like a lost puppy