a week | l.h

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"next week," i whispered to myself as i massaged my temples.

i took my bag — wait, this isn't mine, this is luke's. that idiot wanted to exchange bags and i don't know why. i told him countless times that i wanted my bag back but he said 'come on, maxine, don't be such a killjoy' and i ended up kicking him in the shins that most students saw. they aw'ed at us and made heart signs with their hands. great, they think we're a couple. that's just so great.

i don't really understand why people like the luke hemmings. it's mind boggling, actually. people are attracted to a boy that has a burning passion for penguins? but, i got to admit, that's kind of cute —

point is, why luke hemmings? there's this guy named ashton irwin with his cute giggle that makes me want to kidnap and force him to giggle whenever i feel sad but i don't really know him that well, i wish i did though. he looks pretty chill. i think luke and ashton are friends.

a familiar honk was heard and i hurriedly wore the bag and headed out to the door, letting out a short goodbye to my mom.

i took a step on the stairs and ducked slightly, choosing a sit on the bus. i spotted a vacant sit by the window and decided to sit there.

i rested my head on the window and took out my earphones and phone from my pocket. i sighed, a feeling of relief washing over me, i thought i left them on my desk.

going to school without your earphones is like torture. you feel the songs on your phone begging to be heard but you can't just blast the song because everyone is going to look at you like you just chopped off their genitals. you can't do anything but feel empty as you look out the window, the droplets of the rain rolling down.

i licked my lower lip and plugged the earphones on my phone as troye sivan's wild played.

i crossed my arms, lowering my head and closing my eyes as i listen to troye's truly amazing voice and i just wanna cry and scream at the concept of the trilogy.

feeling the bus come to a halt, i grunted and fixed my position, my eyes still refusing to open. the left earbud fell off and i slowly opened my eyes. . . only to meet a blue-eyed monster sitting next to me.

"can i now have my bag, you jerk?" i demanded, hitting his arm with the back of my hand.

there it is again; that stupid grin that always pisses me off.

"i'm gonna give it to you later, okay?" i rolled my eyes at his statement. it's like waiting for something that's never going to happen, and it's always been like that with luke robert hemmings.

"ah, goddamn it. give me my fúcking bag now." i tried to lower my voice so the other students with us in the bus wouldn't hear us — wait, too late.

a bunch of people were looking at us and trying not to laugh, a hand clamped on their mouth. the other students were making a heart with their hands — again.

i rolled my eyes, completely annoyed with this motherfúcker. he's the only one who could ruin my day and i'm not really surprised about that.

he chuckled and then picked the left earphone that was currently on my lap, casually putting it to his ear.