Punk? Luke A.U

~Four~

Ariana's POV

*2 weeks later *

I had been noticing that everytime someone said something horrible to me that they would be coming into school with bruises on their faces and arms the next day.

I had also been dressing up a little differently to try and impress Luke. I guess I have always liked him but never really discovered it until I met the real him which I always knew was deep down inside of him.

"Stop staring at Ashton!" I scolded Ellie as we walked past the curly headed punk.

"Fuck off! You hypocrite! You stare at Luke all of the time!" She chuckled.

"Yeah! If I did that he would have beaten me up by now. I think he likes you" Mason smirked.

My head violently shook as they both erupted into laughter and left me alone at my locker. I headed to my English class and took a seat in the back right hand corner like I usually do.

"Mind if I sit here?" I looked up and met eyes with Michael.

"Uh-Sure?" I mumbled and watched him sit down beside me.

An awkward silence fell upon us quickly causing me to gaze out of the window and my mind automatically filled with thoughts of Luke.

The door slamming against the wall startled me and caught my attention. There he was. The angel that was Luke Hemmings. I gave him a soft smile when he looked towards me and nodded in response.

"So.." Michael mumbled.

"Has anyone been horrible to you lately?" I shook my head in response and furrowed my eyebrows.

"You haven't been beating them up, have you?" He shook his head and chuckled.

"That's Luke's job" I gasped and looked towards the blonde who was sitting a few rows in front of us.

Michael nodded, noticing my confusion. I bit my lip as Luke turned around after checking his phone underneath the desk like he usually does.

I let out a sigh and started working on the assignment the teacher had given to the class.