Colours {punk l.h. au}

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fucked up my leg pretty bad today by falling off my bike lol pain

***WARNING ROUGH SMUT AHEAD***

It was only twenty minutes into my math lecture, and I was already drooling on myself out of boredom. The professor was talking about something I really didn't care about when my mind drifted off to last night's episode of Supernatural. Damn it was so good. I would let Sam and Dean do much many things to me.

It wasn't long before the seat next to me what was empty was suddenly occupied by someone.

I looked over and was met with Luke, who had made an effort to be fashionably late like usual. He looked so good, I could stop staring.

His face was freshly shaven, but his hair was slightly messy as it fell to the right of his head. He wore a white t shirt that showed off his perfectly sculpted tattooed arms. I had to practically tear my eyes away from his beauty.

Finally, it dawned on me how this was the very first time he'd made an effort to sit next to me in class. He would always sit a few rows behind me to keep the suspicion of other students to a minimum. This could only mean one of two things:

1.) he had to talk to me/needed something

or

2.) he was horny

Knowing Luke, it was most likely the second one.

He glanced over at me and rose an eyebrow. I quickly snapped my head forward and tried to hide the fact that I probably looked like a tomato from blushing.

I felt his hand place itself on my thigh that was closest to him giving it a tight squeeze. Before I knew it his lips were only centimeters from my ear, "The week's over." He whispered huskily. Yep, knew it was the second one.

I internally screamed as his hand crept closer to my inner thigh. I quickly swatted his hand away and refocused on whatever the professor was babbling about. It wasn't long before his hand reconnected with my thigh, but this time he wasted no time in tracing the waistline of the pair of jeans I was wearing.

Refusing to get called out by the professor and get embarrassed for life, I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together so he couldn't try it a third time. I flickered my eyes over at him and smirked once I saw his annoyed expression.

Fucking with him was my only hobby.

The rest of the lecture went by relatively quickly because I was enjoying teasing the shit out of Luke. As soon as it was over, he shot up from his seat and took off to the door. That was nothing new, he never wanted to be seen leaving a lecture with me.

God forbid if people even thought for a second that we were dating, all hell would break loose.

I took my time gathering my stuff and was one of the last students to leave the room. While on my way to my next lecture, I was yanked by the arm with my mouth covered so I couldn't make a sound. I was pulled into the nearest janitor's closet surrounded by the smell of bleach and darkness.

I heard the click of the door locking, followed by the light chord being tugged on. The small lightbulb on the ceiling lit up, and it revealed the face of none other than Luke Hemmings. His hand uncovered my mouth, "You think you're funny, huh?" He asked me in a low voice while towering over me. His body was pressed up to mine while his hands held my hips tightly.

I didn't reply. I knew what was coming next. He roughly hoisted me up onto a shelf causing the various cleaning supplies to fall to the ground. He pressed his hips into mine harshly and brought his lips dangerously close to mine, "I'll show you funny, freshman." He spat.