You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

What The Hell? - Chapter Nine

Mia's POV.

Monday, again. Time to go to classes and enjoy a couple of hours of Michael being the horny boy he is and Luke glaring at us the whole time. This was basically our routine now. Michael and I knew that there was never going to be anything between us, but we also knew that us being flirty would annoy Luke and for some reason, we both wanted that.

Thankfully, after I left the boys the other night, I managed to get a lot of my work done. I wrote two essays, which is unlike me even on a good day, and then spent some time going over some of the songs that Michael and I had started writing. If I'm being honest, Michael wrote most of the lyrics already; he oddly has a way with lyrics, even though he's not so good with words any other time. There is something deep and dark about his lyrics that have me captivated.

Whitney didn't come home that night until just after one in the morning. I think she felt slightly guilty for staying out after the time she said she would (not that I mind), because when she walked in she gave me a shy wave and scampered of to bed. She was probably busy with Calum and lost track of time.

I was currently on my way to the coffee shop to get my morning coffee and meet up with the boys, which is what we have been doing pretty much since that start of University. However, when I walked into the coffee shop, I couldn't see the head of black hair that I usually saw. I scanned the shop and to my dismay, all I saw was a familiar quiffed blonde hair. He was standing by the counter so there was no way to avoid him, unless I didn't want my hot chocolate, and I did.

As I started to walk closer to the counter, his eyes locked with mine. Those bright blue eyes that always seemed to be staring at me, always watching me, looked me up and down. I shifted uncomfortably, looking back at him.

"Umm, where's Michael?" I asked.

"He's not coming today. Looks like it's just me and you, princess" Luke smirked, which made me even more uncomfortable.

"Oh, okay. I'm just going to get my drink then" I told him, starting towards the counter.

"Don't worry, I already got it" he handed me the cup of hot chocolate.

"Thanks" I spoke quietly, knowing I'd stutter if I was any louder.

We started our way towards our classroom. There was an awkward silence, unlike the ones that Michael and I had. We were walking side by side, leaving a good meter between us to ensure we didn't touch each other. Since Michael said that Luke told him he had dibs , I've been trying to see if there were any signs of Luke actually wanting me. Apart from the constant glaring at me and Michael when we are together, there was nothing. For all I know he could be glaring at us because he has a crush on Michael.

If Luke actually found me attractive and wanted me, I would have thought he would want to be around me all the time or want to talk to me or even be a bit touchy with me, like Michael is. But no, he never speaks to me, he avoids me at all cost and he has never touched me. This is the first time that we have been on our own together and I must say I don't know whether I like it or not.

When we got to our classroom, I took my usual seat and Luke took his next to me, although a little closer than usual. We didn't say a thing to each other on the way here, just a few side glances at each other and some awkward shifting. I kept my attention mainly on my cup, trying to figure out my way of scolding Michael for leaving me.

A little bit into the lesson, Luke rested his arm on the back of my chair and leaned a little closer to me. Does this boy know the meaning of personal space? I tried to shift away from him, but if I went any further, I would be on the floor.

"Luke move over" I hissed at him, nudging him in the stomach to get him to move.

"Why? I know you like when I'm close to you" he stated with confidence. It seems that when Michael is around I gain my confidence and Luke looses it, but when Michael is no where to be seen, its the complete opposite.