Give It Time (BadBoy Luke Fanfic)

Nine

I awoke to the sound of my alarm blairing in my ear ending the dream of Luke and I replaying that night.

It was monday morning once again so I got up and did my daily morning routine. It basicly consisted of lazily rolling out of bed,washing my face, doing my makeup and struggling to decide on an outfit.

I felt like a mess, looked like a mess and hell, I was a mess.
Applying more concealer than I needed and straightening my hair a little too much was my 'effort' of making myself look tolerable.

I threw on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a purple pull over.

Mom called me downstaires and told me I was going to be late and to hurry up.

"Jensen, did you hear me?" she questioned.

I was downstaires in the kitchen sitting at the table with my spoon in my hand with my bowl of frosted flakes infront of me untouched. Staring off into the distance silently hoping I wouldn't bump into Luke at all today.

"Uh no, sorry what was that?" I rejoined the real world and quit daydreaming.

"I said, I have an appointment at 3:30 so if you want a ride home yoi better make it snappy." She told me again.

"Ookay, I will be right out after school." I lied. I usually was out quarter past 3 but I didnt feel like walking today, so I guess I would have to try to get outta class fast.

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My mom dropped me off at school and I told her goodbye, and love you as I slammed the car door shut moving in between vechiles to get to the school doors.

I scanned around the courtyard but didnt see any tall blonde boys full of trouble. I actually only saw a friend named Nina.

She noticed me right away aswell so we walked up to our lockers together since they were on the same floor. As we reached the second floor Nina and I were chatting talking about her new current boyfriend which was adorable. Her first boyfriend.

She leaned in closer to me and asked if I knew who was standing by the door a couple feet away from our lockers. Immediately I shut my eyes praying it wasnt who I thought it was. But knowing how unlucky I was, of course it was Luke. He was dressed in black jeans, a white t shirt with a black zip up hoodie with the hood plopped on top of his head just before it covered his gelled quiff.

I quickly switched my binders and said bye to my friends who all gathered at our lockers.

I sped off walking faster than I usually do so Luke wouldn't see me. I didnt want any interactions with him or even anyone right now.

I got to my first period class without spotting Luke and with a few minutes to spare.

I lean against the door frame and take out my phone to distract myself from the kids coming and mobbing around the door.

Abby texted me earlier and told me to meet her at break to talk about how things went with Calum since she never had time to tell me.

I reply to her and briefly look up just skimming the hallway and catch a slender boy duck into a class 3 doors down. My cheeks feel warm and I move closer to the door as I see the teacher unlocking it letting the kids flow in.

Chemistry was actually kinda exciting today, we learned stuff and I got the hang of it really fast I was pleased. It really took my mind off of Luke.

Ugh oh my god, what is wrong with me? Why can't I get this stupid idiotic boy out of my head! Because of our friking past? Nope, there was no past I told myself. Just ignoring it and looking up to the front of the class.

Mr. Brady, my chem teacher was going over how the worksheet works then sent them to be passed around as everyone started.

10 minutes into working I finish and look up to the board beside the door. Right at that exact moment the wiry, lean figure passes the door, peering in making harsh eye contact with yours truly.

I was getting antsy, my palms sweaty and I found myself picking at my hang nails while tapping my foot on the chair.

I needed to get out of here before I had a panic attack. Im so afraid of Luke and what he has the potential of doing to me now that I remembered who he was.

I walked to Mr.Bradys desk and politely asked to go to my locker to grab something. He agreed and I slipped out of the class relieved.

I rushed to the bathroom dabbing my face with water and feeling my hands shake.

I tried to calm myself down, not wanting to be gone for too long. Nervously and cautiously I walked back to my class.

I felt a sharp tug on my sleeve, wripping the threads of my sweater. I was violently shoved into a handicap washroom by a not as tall blonde boy with a bandana in his messy hair.

The last I saw of him was him doing a short little wave with a dirty smirk on his face.

I spin around and my eyes open up and there I am. Face to face with the cocky arrogant asshole himself. Luke Hemmings.