deep end ◈ swimmer!luke

0.2

*republished due to tech difficulties thxs satan aka wp*
[a/n bEANIE LUKE I REPEAT BEANIE LUKE GET UR TISSUES READY AND NOT JUST FOR UR EYES]

Minty mouthed and rubbing sleep out of his eyes, the lanky blond boy gripped keys and phone in hand, not bothering to grab his school bag considering today was more of a formality if anything. Without much thought, aside from loathement for the mess Michael left behind, he tugged on a beanie and slipped out the door, the unusually chilled September breeze simultaniously invigorating and sedating him into a state of impossible lucidity.

Familar beat up chevy in sight, the corners of thin lips curve up as with each step the Green Day track playing over the stereo becomes increasingly audible, despite shut doors and rolled up windows causing a muffled fishbowl effect. Picking up his pace lightly, the click of the car's lock welcomes perked ears and pushed open door, long legs becoming slightly compressed againist the glove compartment as he takes a seat in the front.

"I swear you're a fûcking giraffe.", chuckle muffled by cigarette between teeth, blue eyes rolled while green glinted with hilarity despite stinging sensations. Carcinogens dancing out from rolled papers, hungry to kiss and coax those who unwillingly submit; but counterinutitively, to them reverance was saying prayers by bringing sticks of tar and toxification to lips sanctifully.

Like the smoke and the soot and day old sleet, they were gray and dilapidating, riddled with ironicly young senscence for boys who lived afire by scarletts and slow burning rubies that caused such whiltage it was almost poison to touch, yet so erotic vixens offered up their souls with puckered lips.

Disinterested glances and slight bobbing of heads to all too familar tunes, guitars and basses running them rigid and ears drummed satisifyingly battered, the two were already running a few minutes late, so what's a few minutes more? Pulling into the Taco Bell drive thru and ordering two breakfast burritos, twenty minutes later they were outside their respective homerooms and walking in late on a droned out role call- but hey, at least they weren't hungry.

"-ings? Is there a Hemmings, her-"

"Present, sir.", attention on him, particularly the female kind, pink tongue teasingly ran across bottom lip, a bored expression contrasting lively eyes as the balding man grumbled something about 'not getting paid enought for this shît' as he scanned his clipboard for the correct assigned seat.

"You're seated at the table next to St. James, Hemmings. Terra, please raise your hand.", nodding and turning to face the classroom full of thirty or so faces, eyes scanned the crowd, only to literally come up empty handed (a/n *slaps knee* i'm hilarious ik).

Turning expectantly toward the teacher who just gave an exasperated sigh as he took a bite out of a snickers ever so conviently stored in his suit pocket, mouth partially full and patience clearly running thin, bifocal shielded eyes rolled at the seemingly unfollowed direction before finally speaking up gruffly. "St. James-"

"Jesus Christ," hand now visibly raised as a very short girl stood up, a look of annoyance played across her plain features as eyes shifted, including Luke's as he made his way to the back; silently predicting that the highlight of this semester would clearly be annoying the shît out of this girl.

With her petite frame now into full view, the lanky boy glanced her over. She wasn't skinny: her legs didn't have that space in between that his past girlfriends had skipped meals for and her stomach poked out a bit but the word that came to mind was real when he saw her, and there was something beautiful about it, even though conventionally she wasn't.

A wack to the shoulder and a mumbled 'perv' let him know that he probably stared too long and that he probably shouldn't do that anymore, but Luke didn't care much for uncertainty so after the pair sat down, he certainly did it anyways.

Her hair wild and frivalous, curly and brown, choclate like how she smelled along with hints of other scents he didn't know but wished he did because they intoxicated him seemingly more then cheap beer ever did.

She was addicting like choclate, her hair was colored like choclate, but everything else about her was vanilla. Whether be her near translucently pale skin, or her steely eyes, or radiated innocense, or her seemingly average looks that once you get a taste, remind you of why you crave her so bad.

She had warmth but her attitude was cool, and he'd never heard of or seen Terra St. James before, or anyone close to her. Honestly, that's what made him like the idea of her even more.

"Quit staring at me, creep."

Blinking his way back into reality, bitten lip and cleared throat, the girl's glare lingered a moment or two longer before facing back to the front, only for the introduction to be wrapped up. "Now, if you would please take this time to get to know your lab partner, chat until the bell rings."

"Let's get this over with fish boy."

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a/n

hellooooo omg this is my 3 update in a week yall should be prouD

anywho im sorry if dis chap is a lil like naughty boys dickk and my patience for his chicken nugget ass

short

i promise that from now on i'll be going for 1500+ words a cHAP WISH ME LUCK

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