Don't Judge.

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Luke ended up standing with us and me and him have every class together, which is a plus. Annnnnnddddd, his locker is the one next to mine. It was always empty, so they just gave it to him. And, I found out he likes All Time Low too, automatic best friend.

Cal, Mannie, and Mikey are the only ones I know who like ATL. Luke was a gift sent from heaven. Me and Cal argue over Alex and Jack, when Mannie says all of them are ugly, then we yell at Mannie and Mikey says they all are good looking. Then Beck tells us to shut up. That is a routine.

"So, what's your favorite song from ATL?" Luke asks as we walk to study hall.

"Hmmm. I would have to say, Therapy or Missing you. They hit close to home, yknow?"

He nods, "Yeah. I know how that feels."

"The others don't know how much that song means to me."

"What do you mean?" He questions.

"I tried to commit a year ago Tommorrow. Cal found me on my floor, bleeding out and they made me me move in with them after I woke up. I self harmed ever since I was 12, my parents died when I was 14 and my aunt took me in when I was still 14 and she died when I was 17 also known as last year. And I tried to commit a month after that, I lived by myself and they came to check on me all the time. They found me, and said I had to move in with them to the doctors so when I woke up I had to go to their house. That's where I am now, they are my only family."

Luke frowns and pulls me into a hug. "Your boobs are rubbing on my chest but that's fine. And it'll be okay." He rubs my back soothingly and I cry in his chest.

"I'm sorry. I was always big chested" I giggle.

"It's fine" He smiles. "Is it okay if we are late?"

"We don't even have to be there."