Hemmophobia // A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

Chapter One

Outside my English class, a storm was brewing.  Clouds clumped together, turning gray above me.  I should've been scared, but I wasn't.  I wasn't scared of anything.

My English teacher, Miss Williard, stood in the front of the class, babbling on about prepositions or something.  I would've paid attention, but it was just a review.

The bell rang, and I scooped up my books and walked out of the classroom.  The day was over, and it was finally time to go home.

As I approached my locker, I sighed.  Fucking Luke Hemmings, the rebellious bad boy, was at his locker.  Right next to mine.

I ignored him as I stopped at my locker, spinning the combination lock.  He was staring at me.  I continued to pretend to be oblivious to him, throwing my books into my purse and closing my locker.

I made it to the door of the school without him saying anything to me.  There, he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

“Hey babe,” he flirted.  I rolled my eyes.

“Excuse me, Hemmings, but I have to get home.  I’ll be going now.”  I turned around again and walked out the door.

He couldn’t take no for an answer, though, and followed me outside.  “Lucy, I just wanna know-”

“No,” I stated.  “The answer is no.  Let me go.”  I glared at him, and his blue eyes softened as I walked away.

I almost felt bad.

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When I got to my house, I ran inside and up to my bedroom.

My family was comfortable, with our large home and big cars.  We had a pool and a home theater.  I was lucky.

In my bedroom, I dropped my purse on the floor and sank into my soft bed.  It'd been am exhausting day, and I needed to relax.

I stayed lying on my bed until I heard my phone buzz from my bag.  Then, I stood up and got it.

Party at Peter's later.  We gotta go.

I rolled my eyes.  It was from my best friend, Cassie.  She had an insane crush on this popular jock named Peter, and he had a party once a month.  She occasionally tried to drag me along, but I had never actually went to one.

Today, though, I felt different.  I actually wanted to go.  I didn't go to many parties, and Cassie always drawled on about how fun they were.  So I texted her back.

Fine.  I'm not drinking though.

She texted me back a moment later.  We'll see.

I giggled, and we texted for the next hour about what to wear.

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Seven o'clock that night, Cassie picked me up in her Jeep.  She wore a fitted black dress and black heels, and her blonde hair was curled.

I opted for a more classy cream lace dress and oxfords.  My strawberry blonde hair was straightened.  I thought I looked rather nice.

She leaned on the horn while I fixed my hair in the mirror in my foyer.  "Hurry up, bitch!  We wanna be fashionably late, not miss the party!"

I laughed while running towards her car stopped in my driveway.  Hopping in, I blew her a kiss.

"Darling, you don't have to hurry.  I'll make sure you get to talk to Peter."

Cassie started out of my driveway and down the street.  "Like that'll happen.  He's always got some slut hanging off him who disappears by the next day.  If you can get him to notice me, I'll give you a million bucks."

I giggled.  "He will, I promise.  Besides, you look really great.  Who wouldn't want to look at you?"

She changed the subject.  "So, I heard you had an encounter with Luke Hemmings today."

I sighed.  "Yes.  It was horrible.  He's such a douche."

 Cassie turned onto Peter's street, where we could already hear music playing.  "Let's just hope we don't see him tonight."