No Good | Luke Hemmings A.U

02

(Updated, 2018)

Beautiful picture of Luke omg

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Chemistry.
History.
Math.
Art.
English.
Free Period.

Or is it
History.
Math.
Art.
Chemistry.
English.
Free Period.

No no no I think it's
Chemistry.
History.
Math.
Art.
English.
Free Period.

Yea that's it.

I chant my schedule over in my head as I walk from the main office to my locker. The hallway is filled with plenty of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The freshman's that would flinch every time an upperclassmen would pass by. I hate to see them like that because it's not fun, but they'll learn if you show no fear no one would bother you. Only if I knew that the year I was a freshman.
Then there's the sophomores, who would walk by in there small groups pointing out things they haven't noticed until this year. Earlier I passed by a group of sophomores that didn't know there was a bathroom around the corner of the main building. I had to hold in my laugh because that was just hilarious how genuinely surprised they looked.
Well the juniors, let's just say they look very cocky. They all have this known look on their faces that in just months they'll be seniors. That just makes me want to roll my eyes and scream out that they're not that important, but they'll know that next year.
Seniors. Well let's just say by the looks on their faces, including mine that we're over everything that has to do with school. The classes, the lunch, each other and most definitely the teachers. Most students hates all of the teachers and want the senior prank to be spray painting everything the teachers own. Well me I only have two favorite teachers the English teacher, Mr. Jones and the Art teacher, Mrs. Smith. The only reason I don't count any other teachers as my favorite is because I hardly talk in their class unless they ask me a question. I hardly even talk then, usually they ask a yes or no question and I just nod or shake my head.
Sighting my locker after taking in every little thing I saw in the hallway drags me out of my mind. I walk over to it and twist the combination into the lock making the slightly rusted locker open. I look inside and as they said all the books that I need are already inside. I grab my chemistry and history books as the first bell rings, signaling that we have five minutes to get to our first period before the second bell rings which is the tardy bell.
I let out a nervous breath as I close my locker and stalk down the east wing to the chemistry room. I'm so glad they put me close to the east wing, where chemistry and history are close by each other.
As I turn down the hall my eyes were set on the chemistry room and nothing else but that. That's until I hear a bang against the locker. I snap my head that way and notice that the captain of the football team was bothering a small freshman, compared to him anyway. His name is Ryan Anderson, the jock that everyone swoons over making me roll my eyes in the process. I mean yea he's a attractive. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth and all that stuff, but he's just not my type plus why would he waste his time with me?
Not realizing I was staring at him until he looks over at me and sends me a wink, which almost made me choke on my own spit. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I make it to the chemistry room quickly swinging the door open and sighing. No one was in here yet besides the teacher so that's a plus because I get to pick what seat I want without a care in the world. I let a small smile come over my face but it was quickly gone as I realize it was a two person table. Groaning internally I march to the back of the room and sat down on the right side of the table that was closest to the wall. I pull out my chemistry book from my bag and place it on the table doing the same with a empty notebook. As I start digging through my bag to find a pencil, I hear the door open and the sounds of different conversations fill my ears. They consist of "how was your summer" or "what did you do over the summer", making me want to roll my eyes once again.

That's a real bad habit I need to stop.

As they all continue to pile in I finally found a pencil and open my notebook.
Just as the last student ran in the tardy bell rung and the teacher stands up and walks over to the door and closes it, well more like slamming it making everyone jump and look up at her.

"Alright class, my name is Ms. Jane. I'm your chemistry teacher and I expect to have a good time if you are willing to. Alright?"

There were a few nods and a chorus of "yes ma'am". She let out a small smile and turn around to walk to the board. She was in her late twenties and wearing a pencil skirt with a white blouse.

"Damn she has a nice ass."

I look up in front of me to the two junior boys that were sitting in front of me looking at her butt. I roll my eyes as I shake my head and look back down at my notebook.

This is going to be a long class.

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*growls*

Okay sorry this probably sucks ass but this is my first fan fiction and it would be nice if you guys commented on what you think of each chapter. I know I said this in the prologue but I just wanted to say it again.

But anyway thanks for reading and I will post an update for all of you and your beautiful faces soon

~T