Shots - Frat!l.h.

Sixteen: Luke

"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." ― Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights

Luke Hemmings

On my way back from my calculus class, I couldn't help but feel a slight tug at my heart as I walked past the library. Not only had I unknowingly been ignoring the place, but I'd also been ignoring Dani, the nice older woman who worked there. I promised myself that I would go in some time this week to talk to her. I didn't know why I was ignoring the place until it it me; it was where I'd met Nora.

I didn't realize how much the fight between us had affected me. It was weird, because I hadn't felt this emotionally invested in someone since Zoe, and that was three years ago.

No matter where I looked, Nora was there. I couldn't even go to the lake because she had tainted it with memories.

Letting out a sigh, I walked into the building I had my next class in. It was Biology II. and the only reason I was taking it was because it would help with marine biology. I needed at least Biology I, but I figured that I'd push myself the extra mile and take the second course. It was relatively easy for me. I'd always had an abstract brain that helped understand the information that came along with it. The different parts were never something that I struggled to learn.

I walked into the class a few minutes early, like usual. I'd been getting there early since the beginning of the year, nearly two months ago.

This time, I wasn't alone. There was a girl with blonde hair, sat in one of the seats, running her pencil over the sheet of paper on the desk in front of her. When she looked up at me with surprise, I saw her bright green eyes. She was pale in a way that was considered odd for the heat of California, but the constellations of freckles on her nose brought some dimension to her face. She was the opposite of Nora, who was tan from her half-latina nature, and had dark hair and eyes that matched her well. Still, the other girl was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Nora, but surely not as frustrating.

"Hi," She said, snapping her math book closed.

"Hey," I replied, walking towards her. I threw my book down onto the desk and rose a brow at her. "I've never seen you in this class before."

"That's because you actually focus in class, unlike anyone else in this class, Luke," She smirked.

I widened my eyes in surprise. I didn't know this girl, and yet, she knew my name. "How do you know me?"

"You're a big party boy, Luke," She rolled her eyes.

"I am?"

"You've been at every party I've ever been to," She said, raising a brow. "Besides, you're on the cover of Forbes every other week."

"I wouldn't say every other week," I bit my tongue, sitting down in the chair next to her. "You obviously know me, but I don't know you. What's your name?"

"Elisa," She said, leaning her jaw on her palm, her elbow resting on the surface of the desk.

I smirked at her, but something about it felt wrong.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Elisa," I said as other students started filing into the room.

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The class had just finished, and Elisa had agreed to go for coffee with me.

She was a sweet girl, she really was. She was nice and kind and she really shouldn't have been as invested in me as she was. I could already feel her engagement towards me, and she really should have known that I didn't get involved in girls. She had said that she saw me in magazines, and we both knew that what those magazines said weren't exactly the kindest things. I'd been called a 'manwhore' more than once, despite the fact that it wasn't exactly true.