Cyber ~ 5sos

t w e n t y t w o

a.n. TWENTY TWOOOOO OOHHH OHHHHH sorry 

Isabella's POV

So much for the whole class not realising, Luke had left the class leaving me pink faced whilst everyone else was still recovering from the boner situation.

Jesus Christ, did Luke actually get a boner over m-

'Is' Mol snaps me out of my thoughts, looking back from her desk.

The whole class had now sat back in their places, facing the front of the class where Mr Parsons was sat on the front of his desk, with his arms holding him up.

'Huh?' I answer.

'You're up' Parsons states, looking towards the stool and microphone to the right of where he was sat.

Shit, what, no!!

'Oh' I stutter, clumsily getting off the table and gathering my papers, wait, I don't even need my papers.

My thoughts were so clouded by Luke I had forgotten this performance was 60% of my final grade. No pressure.

I pick up my guitar, leading through the desks until I reached the front of the class.

Even breathing exercises won't save me now.

I set my guitar on my lap, pulling the strap over my head and look up at the class, all eyes glued to me.

'I'm going to be performing, uh-' I pause, seeing Luke stand in the doorway, resting up against the door, smiling slightly.

'Um, crash by, uh-'

'You me at six?' Me Parsons asks, and I divert my eyes away from Luke to Mr Parsons.

'Yeah' I sigh.

He nods towards me, and I breathe in slowly, trying to calm my nerves.

I play the starting riff, lightly plucking at the strings before singing.

Wait, where you say you've been?

Who you been with?

Where you say you're goin'?

Who you goin' with?

Keep me on my toes,

Keep me in the know.

Wait, keep me in your skin,

Keep me in your chest.

I'll wait for it to start,

I'll wait for it to end.

Keep me on my toes,

Keep me in the know.

But when I looked at her,

I thought of only you.

If only there was proof I could use to show it's true.

I look up to the back of the class where Luke was, and he was staring at the floor clenching his jaw making the bone slightly stick out on the side of his face. Why did he do that so often?

We were young,

We were in our teens.

It wasn't real love,

Spent behind bars.

Oh it's sad to think,

We just let it be.