You Can't Save Me..

Chapter 4

We walk into our second period. Advanced Forensic Science. I like science and apparently so does he, considering we have 3 science classes on our schedule.

He walks to the back, me following close behind and takes a seat next to a boy with the most beautiful hazel eyes I have ever seen, pulling me into the seat on the other side of him.

Beside the boy with hazel eyes is a beautiful girl. She has the prettiest short brown hair in perfect curls and bright green eyes.

After looking at the three for a moment, I feel very self conscious, being the ugliest on in this group, who wouldn't?

"Ashton, this is Ashton and Megan. Ashton is one of my best friends and Megan is his girlfriend." They both smile and say hi politely, which I return, looking at the ground shyly.

Soon after, our teacher walks into the classroom and begins introducing Forensics and going over expectations and requirements and blah blah blah.

I start getting bored and begin playing with Luke's hand that was laying casually on my desk. He looks over and smiles before returning his attention to the over excited teacher.

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We got the same normal introduction to period 3, Spanish. Then Luke, Ashton, Megan, Calum, and Micheal? I think those are their names, anyway, we walk toward the lunch room, everyone having their own little conversations besides me and Luke, who walk silently beside each other.

I still feel kind of awkward. I'm not very good at having friends. I never really did in New York. I was always to busy with my family.

Once we enter the room, Luke returns to his regular jumpy self and pulls me to 'their table' sitting down and demanding I sit next to him. I giggle and do as told.

Megan sits on my other side beside Ashton and Calum and Michael sit across from us.

"So Ashton, sorry, you Ashton." Megan says pointing at me and giggling because everyone was super confused. "Anyway, since you're new here, maybe on Friday we could go out shopping and I'll show you around town? And I'm sure you'll want a girl friend, cause trust me, hanging around these losers all the time is a lot to handle. I really could use a girlfriend to." She questioned, chuckling a bit.

I was surprised by her offer, as at first she seemed like she hated me, but I tend to think everyone hates me when I first meet them, so I accept, smiling.

We continue through the rest of lunch, everybody introducing themselves and eating gross school lunch. Luke asked me why I wasn't eating, but I just told him I wasn't hungry. He didn't seem convinced, but he let it go, letting his hand slip to my thigh and rub small circles while he ate.

I've never had friends. Is this how this works? I don't know! Do I move his hand? It's weird, but I kind of, maybe, a little, kinda like it. I decide to leave his hand and I see him smirk to my side before I join in on the conversation from the rest of the table.

After the lunch bell rings I walk with Luke to Pre-Calculus. I'm pretty good at math, but I'm a little nervous about this class.

I sit down in the back corner and Luke takes an seat beside me. We start talking a little before the teachers comes in and gives another lame introduction. Thank you, I know what math is. Can you either shut up or teach me something?

I hear Luke chuckle quietly beside me and I look over at him confused.

"What?" I ask.

"You said that out loud." He says laughing even more.

I blush before I cross my hands in my lap and zone out for the rest of the introduction.

One more class and I can finally go home, I think to myself as Luke stands up and takes my hand, leading me to English.

I absolutely hate English. It's the same thing every single fucking year. I can read. I can write. I know what a noun is. Why do I need to keep wasting my time relearning this shit? Ugh.

I frown and sit down beside Luke.

"I'm taking it you don't like English?" He questions with a slight smirk present on his beautiful face. It's like a painting. So perfect and unique in every way.

"Am I thinking out loud again??" I ask, surprised with myself. I know I did it a lot, but not normally this much!

"No, no, your face just fell and your eyes just didn't look as happy." He states, almost like it's normal to be able to read someone so easily like that.

"Oh." I say blankly. Luke reaches over and sets his hand on my thigh again, turning his attention to the dumbass teacher at the front of the room while she mumbles about started to read some Shakespeare play we've read every year since middle school again.

Finally, the bell rings. Luke stops me at my locker, asking for my number. I give him my phone smiling and he texts himself immediately and adds his number to my contacts as "Lukey ❤".

I smile, but when I look up from my phone, all I see is him walking away. I can practically feel the smirk on his face as I pile my books into my locker and make my way to my car.

I drive home to see my mom sitting on the couch, a bottle of rum in hand. I sigh and go to Jake's (my brother's) room and begin unpacking and getting ready for him to arrive in ar couple weeks.