cake oneshots || book one

As You Wish Love (E)

Credit: blunt182

Luke Hemmings what the actual fück are you trying to do to me

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"Mr. Hemmings? Luke! Luke Hemmings!"

Luke looked up in a daze as he finally realized it was his name being called.
"Yes?" He said as the entire class snickered at him.

"I think you will learn more about the Cartesian form if you stopped staring at Mr. Hood and started listening to me," the professor said as the blond boy's cheeks took on a pink tint.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry."

The professor accepted Luke's feeble apology and thankfully went back to droning on about graphs of functions.
The only reason Luke had been staring at Calum in the first place was because apparently the older boy thought it was humanly acceptable to look that attractive. It wasn't. Luke had been pining after Calum since year five and the kiwi had yet to notice his constant staring. Luke and Calum were on totally different social levels; The brunette and his douchebag friend Michael were adored by the entire school, known for their laid back attitudes and amazing taste in music. Luke was just the weird kid in the back of class with mediocre fringe.

Luke only had one friend; Ashton Irwin. Ash was further up the totem pole of popularity due to the fact that he was a senior, (Luke, Calum, and Michael were sophomores) but still, he wasn't much. Neither of them got invited to parties or asked on dates, and most Friday nights were spent chilling in Ash's Mum's basement, playing covers on guitar or just playing video games (not FIFA because 'FIFA sucks' according to Ash.)

Lost in his train of thought, Luke was startled to hear the bell ring, but quickly shoved his notebook into his bag and hurried to beat the crowd to lunch, the only class he had with Ash. After he got his lunch tray and received the disgusting slop that the school liked to call lunch, he sat down with a sigh at the table him and Ash usually shared in the corner of the cafeteria.

"Who shat in your cornflakes this morning?" Oldest boy asked, clearly put off by the blond's sigh.

"Professor Song caught me staring at Calum and pointed it out to the entire class," Luke said, wiping his hands roughly over his face, still embarrassed and unsettled.

"Man, you've been pining over him for years, just tell the guy already."
"I can't just tell him, Ash, he's Calum fücking Hood."

"Speak of the devil," Ash said under his breath as Calum walked into the cafeteria with Michael, whose hair was dyed dark blue this month, and was instantly greeted by a couple of students who made easy conversation with him as he walked over to the lunch table.

"You are so whipped man," Ash said with a shït eating grin when he saw Luke's needy stare.

"Shut the fück up Irwin."

"It's true though. You've been in love with this guy for five years I would've thought you might move on to someone else by now."

"Someone else isn't him," Luke sighed out before turning around and poking at the food on his tray.

"Lukey," Ash said under his breath, "Don't turn around but Calum is walking right toward us."

"What the fu-ck-k," Luke choked out as he struggled to swallow his food. He felt a large hand land on his shoulder as he got down the last of his sandwich.
"Hemmings, right?" Luke swore he died at that moment. His name sounded so perfect rolling off Calum's tongue.

"Yeah," the younger boy muttered out quietly, turning around and coming face to face with a smirking Calum.
"Hey, mind if I sit with you guys?" He said, already putting his tray down in the spot perpendicular to Luke.
"No problem," Ash spoke up, seeing that Luke was short of words.