bad for you (luke au)

Chapter One

✧ Book's Official Song:
BAD FOR YOU // MEEK MILL FT. NICKI MINAJ
✧ Luke's Official Song:
I MEAN IT // G-EAZY

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Lucas Robert Hemmings. Goes by Luke, or if you're asking most of the female population at Berkeley, it's Daddy.

Everyone, and anyone knew that Luke was infact, a manipulative sex God. His resting smirk, bright blue eyes, sliver lip ring piercing making his kisses cause your skin to shudder, broad shoulders, large biceps, dirty blonde, smooth, and soft hair that you just want to run your fingers through soothingly, or grab roughly.. Depending on what position you're in at the moment.

He's probably fucking your girlfriend, with you not being able to do anything about it. Luke's charming ways have gotten him into so many girl's pants, and yet he's never failed to play every single one of them. Half of the teachers are willing to have him take them on their desks, and half of the teachers want him to give them some type of recognition. You can say Luke's name was the most frequently said word in the entire college.

He goes to parties whenever he's in the mood, and he fucks whoever he wants. He gets whatever he wants, and he does it with his three egotistical asshole friends: Calum Hood, Ashton Irwin, and Michael Clifford. They seem to always be together, always do shit together, pulling shit in the teacher's lounge, getting head behind the English Department's building. All four boys were practically the reason most high school girls had such a desire to go to Berkeley, the University of California.

Luke walked through the literature building, his leather jacket hugging his arms. His current attire was something typical for him to wear. A black, tight shirt, black skinnies with knee rips, and vans. Or if not, band tees with holes, denim jackets, and rip-less skinnies were his resort. Unless there was a dark, rich color, the only light color he insisted on wearing being white. (A/N: LUKE IN THESE CLOTHES IS MY RELIGION)

Girls swooned, as he grazed his tongue over the lip-ring, something that was one of his many habits when attention was on him. Aside from smirking, biting his pierced lip, laughing, and then sticking his tongue through his teeth afterwards, clenching this jaw, running his fingers through his hair, and making dirty jokes at inconvenient moments. His black, skate high vans screeched on the smooth floors, as he carelessly one-shouldered his all black jansport backpack.

He was on his way to one of his most hated classes: humanity. He hates history, as a matter of fact, and hated the entire concept. Why care for things that were clearly in the past, was his most favorite excuse to throw if you questioned his hatred for the subject. He was a few feet away from the classroom, until an ear-piercing screech of his name made his ears practically bleed.

"Luke!" His eyes rolled out of habit, as he leaned against one of the lockers. He already knew who it was, and already knew what she wanted. He was used to basically using girls, since relationships were too much "commitment" for him. Personally that is. Seeing his parents divorce made him realize that they weren't for everyone, and by everyone, he means Luke himself. He lived with his mom, since his mother, Liz, stood with Luke due to not wanting to live alone, and Jack and Ben went with their father. It didn't bother the blonde boy, since he didn't really get along with them anyway. He preferred to stay in his room and be "punk-rock" instead of kiss his brother's and father's ass.

"Hi baby!" She screeched, making him scrunch his nose. He didn't like it at all, when girls make it seem as if they're getting rather, caught up with the name calling. Or in their feelings, as he says. He wanted them to get the point across that it was strictly sex. Yet Faith couldn't get it through her thick skull that the boy didn't even want to be seen with her in public, unless it would result in him getting some right after.