liar liar ➳ lashton

seven

Luke's POV

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I have only two classes with my once best friend. I'd like to consider him as my best friend still but that'd be stupid of me. I have put him through so much that I doubt he really wants to stay in contact with me.

Even though he's in this class, I hate the teacher so that makes me loath being in this classroom. The teacher is so cocky and he thinks he's all that. He goes on everyday pointing out people's flaws and making them answer questions they obviously don't know. He would definitely be my least favorite educator in the school. He's worse than the one that throws her metal staplers at the wall when she gets upset.

I try and hide myself in the back behind a hefty jock but he always seems to notice me. No matter where I sit each day, it's as if he scopes the classroom out to find me.

I most likely have the poorest grade due to the fact I don't give a crap about school work. It's my last year and all I want to do is get out of this school. Ever since middle school, my tolerance towards classwork and test or quizzes have lowered. I don't understand the use of them.

Since I seem to be the least intelligent person in the room, the teacher always chooses me to answer questions so when I reply that I don't know the answer, he goes on and rants about how if we all studied like how he did when he was a student, then we'd all have A's in his class. Doubtful.

Today, I decided I'd sit closest to the door because this was my last class of the day and I just want to go home. Ashton also happens to sit two spots to the right from where I am, not that that was a part of why I sat where I sat.  I blankly cast my focus on the white board and tap my foot in hopes time will pass faster. For some reason I cared about arriving to the classroom on time which is odd so it wasn't until minutes later the rest of the class piled in and soon followed, was the dreaded teacher.

He caught my gaze and smiled smugly, sitting at his desk across the room and kicking his feet carelessly on the table. After he pulled out his laptop and took attendance, he stood up and walked to the middle of the floor. He studied the crowd of teenagers waiting for him to speak.

"Can anyone explain the fundamentals of the color theory?" He questioned, pacing loudly on the tiled floor purposely to make us anxious.

"Mr. Hemmings, care to go into detail?"

"What do you mean by color theory?" I asked, hoping to prove him wrong but before I can do that, I have to know what he is actually talking about. By asking this, I probably just added onto the theory of how dumb I come off as.

"Color theory, as in the visual affects of color. Sir Isaac Newton wrote a book called Opticks about it; it was his study of the nature of light and color."

"So basically what makes blue different from red?"

What am I even saying? I have tried my absolute hardest in staying in the back and letting myself live up to the standards that I wasn't anyone special. I didn't care if anyone thought I was dumb or stupid, it doesn't affect me in the slightest. Normally, I would reply with my usual 'I don't care' and death glare the teacher until he or she got uncomfortable and asked another person to respond but today seemed to be different. It was if I couldn't lie.

The teacher seemed astonished on how far we had gotten in conversation, staring with wide eyes, "In theory, yes."

"Okay, so if red is red and blue is blue, then it's as simple as that. I'm not sure how you want me to elaborate on the subject. You're the teacher, not me."

"That may be true, but if you had cared enough to have looked over--"

"Woah-woah-woah. Hold up for a second. We go through this everyday almost. You ask me a question, I don't know the answer, then you go to say that you're better and I'm just a reckless teenager with no self moral. If this is how everyday is gonna go, I'm leaving." I say, standing up and strolling out of the classroom. The entire room's eyes are on me as they scrutinize my every action until I'm no longer in eye sight.

Once I reach the outdoors, I freeze. This isn't like me. Never once in my life at high school have I tried to answer a question; to show an arrogant teacher that I'm not as dumb as I seem. Something is up.

I run back home because at this point, I'm thoroughly confused. My backpack is shaking left to right as every stride I take is uneven, just trying to get home quickly. Currently, no one is home so I'll have time to think without the company of others.

When I finally make it back home, I catch my breath and head into my room, laying on top of the bed's navy blue comforter. I exhale deeply, closing my eyes tiredly.

"If I can't lie, let's test it out for sure." I mumble to myself, sitting back up stressfully.

If for some reason, the following words that I'm about to speak don't come out as how I wanted them to, I know that I'm not able to lie.

Huffing, I fist the sheets in my hand tighter as I open my mouth to talk, "I like Ashton."

That's not what I wanted to say. I don't like Ashton. He has been annoying to me for all my life and he continues to follow me around like a puppy dog. Now if only I could say that out loud.

"I miss Ashton." Wrong. I want him out of my life. Ugh, this is getting annoying.

"I feel alone." No I don't. I have plenty of friends that care about me.

Let's try something simple this time. I look around my room for something I could use to test. The blue pen catches my eye when I remember the discussion in science. I jump up to grab it and hold it tautly.

"This pen is r-" I can't say it.

"This pen is r-r-r..." It's as if something is stopping me from saying it's red. I can't even lie about a simple pen!

"This pen is r- The pen is r-r The fucking pen is... royal blue! Ahh!" I scream in agony. I can't lie about my feelings and I most certainly can't lie about a stupid pen. What has my life come to?

I need help.