No Good | Luke Hemmings A.U

10

(Updated, 2018)

Art class was over as soon as it started.

As art class continued on I noticed how Calum wasn't that bad after all. We even ended up trading phone numbers. I really underestimated him. He's absolutely sweet and he has sense. What makes him friends with Luke? I honestly don't understand.
As Calum and I exit the art room we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. Separate ways, as in him going to the cafe and me going to my locker to get the hundred pound English book. It's really ridiculous how heavy this book is. I sigh as I make it to my locker and dispose of the two books that were already used today. I grab my English book and drop it into my bag making me almost fall to the ground.

Hey I'm not that strong give me a break

I shake my head at that thought and close my locker. I turn around and my heart stops at the sight behind me. The color drains from my face as my stomach falls to the floor. Not only is Luke standing across from me with his arms folded and an angry look on his face, but he also scared the living hell out of me.

How long has he been there?

"You know, you don't listen at all?" He states while pushing himself off the wall and walking slowly over to me. I send him a confused look as if I didn't know what he was talking about. He let out a chuckle and stop when he was at least a foot away from me.

"You know what the hell I'm talking about so don't try and look confused. I asked you to stay away from my friend, but you just couldn't help yourself." He continues while walking close to where our bodies were almost touching. I'm pretty sure I'm a beet red. He looks down at me with a smirk as he took my wrist and slam them down by my waist into the lockers. I flinch as the cold metal came in contact with my skin. He let out a chuckle before his face became serious again.

"You two are fucking each each other, aren't you?" He asks bluntly as his jaw clenches and his grip tighten on my wrist making me release a loud huff and whine.

"N-No Luke. We're just friends." I say to him hoping he would release his death grip on my wrist. He kept his eyes locked on mine as they soften but quickly fills back with anger.

"Why are you trying to be friends with him? We've been going to school for awhile together and you've been avoiding us so why now. You're honestly embarrassing yourself." He continues while loosening his grip around my wrists but he still has a firm grip on them.

"I-He-We just started talking in Art. That's all I promise." I quickly fumble out while basically pleading with my eyes.

Wait a minute
Why does it even matter to him?

"Earlier you saw him start the conversation with me so why are you bothering me about it? Talk to him about it since it bothers you so much." I whisper to him. He let out a small chuckle before his face went back to all seriousness. He yanks me off the lockers and into his chest, a firm grip still on my wrist. I stumble into him as he looks down at me and squeeze my wrists.

"I don't give a flying fuck who started the conversation. You could have ended it by walking away, but you can't because you want to become Calum's little fuck buddy." Luke says in the same tone as me but more raspier and firmer.

"You're not acting like a very good friend towards Calum. He deserves to have more friends too Luke." I quietly say once again.

"I'm acting like an amazing friend. I'm saving him from the embarrassment. If anyone found out he was talking to you it would be committing social suicide. Just ask your buddy Justin how many friends he's lost from chatting you up. That's the only reason he's still talking to you because he has no one else." He states with a satisfied smirk knowing that he hit something.