Douchette // l.h

five.

a/n: sweaty look got me feeling some type of way (referring to the pic)

"Nicki get up! We're gonna be late for school!" A voice yelled, waking me from my dream. My neck hurt due to the weird position I was laying on my dresser by my open laptop. I jumped up, looking at my phone to see the time. I literally had five minutes to get ready.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself. "Cal can you print my essay real quick?" I yelled, running to the bathroom and quickly brushing my teeth and hair. I threw my hair up in a messy, but presentable bun.

"Sure." I heard him reply, while hearing the printer begin printing the essay. I washed my face instead of putting makeup on, due to the lack of time.

I ran back into my room to the closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a school sweatshirt. I went back into the bathroom quickly changing into the jeans and sweatshirt, not wearing a shirt underneath the sweatshirt.

"We gotta go!" Calum yelled through the door.

"Yeah," I said pushing my feet into the black Vans. I grabbed my backpack and essay from Calum's hand. "Let's go!"

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I trudged into Pre-Calculus at an extremely slow pace. I forgot to do the homework and I knew no one to ask to copy theirs. I fell into my seat pulling out my textbook and and piece of paper to try and finish it.

"Did you not finish the homework?" I heard Luke's annoying voice slowly ask me, his desk scraping against the floor and scooting towards mine.

"No," I mumbled trying to put all my attention into the work. I felt a piece of paper slip across my desk. I looked down at the sheet and saw a bunch of problems written down. "I got it." I said as nicely as possible, trying to push it back.

"Nicole please, it's the least I can do." My eyes connected with his and I could see the sincerity behind them. I whispered a small thank you, looking back down at his paper. I copied most of the problems down before the teacher called for the homework to be passed forward. I handed Luke back his paper and quickly wrote my name before handing it to some ginger-haired girl in front of me.

"You're really good at math." I blurted out. The tension between was uncomfortable and awkward. I shifted in my seat, slowly glancing over at Luke. His black skinny jeans hung tightly around his legs, while his black shirt was hanging loosely on his broad shoulders.

"Yeah, I guess." He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "You're really good at taking pictures."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I've noticed some of your pictures in photography. They're really beautiful." He explained with a small smile, his teeth pulling his bottom lip ring into his mouth. If that's not the hottest thing guys do, I don't know what is. I felt a rush of heat make its way towards my cheeks, making me look down and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Thanks Luke." I spoke shyly. "I guess you're not that much of a dick afterwards." I laughed.

"And you're not that much of a douchette." He smirked, but I frowned. His smile quickly disappeared. "Oh god, I didn't mean it love." I smiled softly at the name 'love' rolling off his tongue.

"I just don't like that nickname, that's all."

"Then let me make it up to you."

"How?" I asked without thinking. I was curious to know his answer.

"How about-"

"Hemmings and Flores, since you two just can't seem to keep your mouths shut, you can stay after school for detention." Mr. Whatever yelled at us.