He Was P(L)uke

11

"Hey, about yesterday, it's okay if you don't want to tell me who the person was." Luke said nervously, fiddling with his fingers as he looked at me. I laughed at him and shook my head.

"I don't mind telling you, though." I said, stretching my arms back. He awkwardly sat looking at me as we waited for Calum and Stacy. Calum got the 'great' idea to and I quote 'go back to high school and see how the fuck it's going', to which Luke and I couldn't really deny. (Me wanting to scape from my house since dad was on tour, and Luke probably desiring to leave Kiera. Or something...)

"Let's go kids!" Stacy yelled, Calum trailing behind her down the stairs with his camera recording Stacy as she jogged. After the fight we had had the day before, Stacy had ran down the street to apologize to Calum, and then went to where I laid and apologized to me. In which Luke Hemmings was sat on the floor, with his arm draped around my feet and legs sprawled apart. And Stacy cried on my shoulder almost the whole night, complaining about how bad of a friend she was, how many problems she was having, etc. And after what felt like ages but was only an hour, Luke woke up and began mumbling something to do with 'chicken nuggets aren't ready for this mouth' and 'I swear I'm going to kill you Calum. Back off.'

"Who's driving?" Luke asked. Calum raised his hand and walked towards the door to the garage. "With a camera?" He asked to which Calum just nodded.

"And Charles," Calum began and I turned to him. "You better not throw up, missy."

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"This is was my first grade classroom." Stacy chirped looking through the windows of the small room. Our school was the biggest place we had ever been to. It was filled with colorful classrooms, enormous playgrounds, and children running from side to side. And it certainly pained me to see the school. Every thing reminded me of Luke. No matter what wall it was or what chair in the cafeteria we had sat, every single detail including corners reminded me of him. No, not fucking memories of my math teacher who was a demon, or from the girl with big green eyes who stared too much at me. No. It was all him.

"What are you thinking, Charlie?" Luke's voice zoomed me out of my trance. I turned to look at him, and smiled.

"Of how many memories we had here." I said. Lies. Everything was about him. Everything.

"Oh yeah." He sighed, placing his hands on the pockets of his jacket. "I remember the first time I saw y-"

"Guys, check this out! The cafeteria still sells the same crap!" Calum yelled happily from the first floor. Luke shook his head with a huge grin and went running after Calum. And as I descended every step, I saw my younger self looking at Luke with glowing eyes and glowing smile. And him, him looking at this girl who's name got forgotten after she killed her cousin and went to jail.

And I bit my lip until it bled. Hoping for goodness' sake I erased Luke's face off my mind. He was going to have a baby. He was going to be a father. I didn't wanted to be part of that. And I bit my lip until I felt myself getting drowsy. Until I reached the first floor and found myself crying. But what the fucking hell with me? I couldn't be crying for this dumb ass mother fucker who never said a word to me.

I cleaned my mouth with my sleeve and fucking placed a smile on my lips, because no man should make me cry. Only when I laugh should I cry.

"Dude you split your lip." Stacy said as I reached her in the cafeteria. She searched through her purse and handed me a napkin. "You okay?" I nodded.

"Charles, just how you like it." Calum interrupted, handing me a vanilla frosted cupcake. "Big cupcake with vanilla frosting and just a pinch of edible glitter."

I grinned at him. "Thank you. And stop filming, now if you may." I took it from him while he just shook his head and kept recording. "I'm surprised they still sell this stuff."