So far, this stupid fucking night has taken shape as a different form of torture for Luke.
He pokes at the last pieces of the main course, elbow on the table and chin in hand as he stares past other groups to focus on hers. Truly, it is all unfair, having to watch them all have fun and cause a riot in that group of eight – everyone yelling at each other, laughing, and never facing a silent moment.
Most importantly, whoever put Aria's group on the same table as fucking Raphael's deserves to be punched. Jesus, Luke sounds so pathetic, being upset that he couldn't be at the same table as her––that his spot is occupied by Michael, Sade, and fucking Raphael.
No one can blame him though, right?
Look it's not that Luke's table or friends are necessarily bad. No, his issue is that he can practically see and hear how much fun she's having – as if he doesn't even exist! And well, Aria and her stupid table are being excessively loud. He gets it! Everyone gets it! You guys are having a good time! Probably the best time!
How could they not? Aria's fun! Aria and Michael are fun when they're together– they're the fucking Wondertwins! And somehow, their little group of four perfectly matches Raphael's even dumber group. Luke didn't even know they were all close.
To make matters worse! Sade and Aria have been attached at the hip while Jonah and Michael stand around them like some overzealous bodyguards, they're all acting like sheep and travelling in groups – to the bathroom, to the photo booth, to other fucking tables that aren't his.
Last year he'd stare because he hated her, now what?
Okay, whatever. Luke will get over it, and he's being overdramatic because this isn't torture. No, the real nightmare is having to hear Aria compliment everyone! But that's not relevant to the point!
Prom, for Luke, isn't so bad. His friends aren't boring or as superficial as they've been painted to be, the issue is that the short silences are uncomfortable – but, they aren't awkward silences. Sometimes people run out of things to say, and the blond is fine with that, he is really. However, when he looks around to see other tables all having unbreaking conversations, the feeling that he – his friends – is doing something wrong is hard to shake.
Even then, that's an unfair statement for him to make since Calum hasn't stopped talking from beside him. At first, it was critiques of the venue and decorations, then it spiralled into pleads to go into the photo booth, and then it was him looking over the menu and asking everyone what they requested on the form. For the past two hours, maybe an hour and a half, Calum has been muttering to himself – trying to compensate for the fact he's missing out on whatever breath-catching, arm-slapping conversation happening a few tables down.
Also, everyone around the table is a bit tense, seeing Helen and Matthew sit beside each other while pretending they hadn't ended a four-year relationship a little over a week ago – maybe if they were a table of eight, instead of six, there would be a difference.
"The food last year was better," Calum says leaning back into the chair. "I still have dreams about it."
"Yeah, but our food also came out an hour late last year." Helen retorts, "At least this venue is relatively more efficient with their timing– at least we got a venue, it's better than being in the gym, so I shouldn't complain." She shrugs, reaching into her clutch for her phone.
Calum breathes a quiet, 'Fair enough', before reaching into the middle of the table for the small printed itinerary. Luke stops staring at that horrendously loud table and redirects his gaze to the paper in Calum's hand. "Says here that they're going to announce the superlatives."
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BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings
Fanfiction"what happened to us?" "well, we hated each other." she hates him, he hates her. petty rivalry, rumours, comments tore their friendship apart. they can't be around each other and everyone knows that. though after taking it too far, the two are sub...
