paranoid : lrh

fifteen

Blue, like your spirit.
Purple, like your bruises.
Dreaming, saying you wanted to end it
Your sanity, you always loose it.

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Luke got a school suspension for a week and Calum got sent to the hospital because the blonde had broke his nose and displaced his jaw - nice.

The one thing that Luke needed to do (besides get whatever he needed from his locker) was to find Violet and explain it to her. Explain everything to her.

He even considered fully apologizing to Calum and maybe trying to find an even ground with him, though Luke felt that that would be pushing his limits.

He'd apologize for now and maybe talk to Michael and figure out who this Ashton guy was, and then maybe he'd work on not glaring at Calum whenever he was within twenty feet of the blonde.

Luke also felt that he'd need to maybe let his therapist know what had happened, but he barely talked to her so what would make him talk now?

Maybe he can do what he's only lately started to do - talk about Violet, talk about her habits that Luke had noticed and just talk about how pretty and interesting she was.

Sure, Luke thought that Violet could sometimes be a bit rude but that didn't have anything to do with her looks - she was no doubt, a very pretty girl.

Luke felt like barfing due to his use of the very unmanly use of the word 'pretty', maybe she's kinda hot.

No, Luke didn't like the sound of that - he felt like that was something you'd call a slutty girl at a party, not a preserved girl like Violet.

He inwardly groaned because he had no idea why he was constantly overthinking of girl, he doubted that she even considered them friends - and so in that matter, he couldn't possibly suggest they were friends either.

After Luke managed to get his backpack out of his locker, he sulked out of the school building - making a mental note that he wouldn't cause any more trouble since he was only a new kid.

After a walk of about ten minutes Luke started to feel a sudden rush of anxiety out of nowhere, he immediately started breathing heavily and he grabbed the end of a bench that was coincidentally near him and he shakily sat down.

He burried his face in his hands and weirdly felt hot tears run down his cheeks and he could hear his heart beating rapidly - and god, he just wanted this to end already.

"B-Breathe, Luke, breathe." He told himself calmly, taking deep breaths in and out.

Luke's had these a lot before so he was somewhat used to it, but that didn't mean that it doesn't effect him the same.

But he knew the answer, he knew what his answer would be and so he pulled out his phone and dialed the exact number he knew would help.

The phone rang and rang continuously, no one answering at all for a long while and Luke sat there praying, praying that they would answer - that anyone would answer.

Right as he was about to drop his phone and suffer alone, the line picked up and Luke's heart skipped a beat (in a good way).

"Hello? " A groggy, familiar, tired voice said in the phone. "Hemmings residence, Andrew speaking - you better have a pretty good reason for calling at 12:25 in the bloody morning."