university ☼ hemmings [a.u]

Thirteen ; For a human skyscraper, you aren't that observant.

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As Luke drove back to the apartment complex, all he could think about was Quinn. He hoped she would find the paper with his number on it and actually use it.

He parked in the apartment complex's lot and sighed happily. He reached up and touched his new lip ring, proud that he finally did what he'd been wanting to do for a while.

With the same hand, he ran his fingers over his cheek where Quinn kissed him. Her action not only surprised him, but probably herself, too. It was still warm from where he lips pressed his skin and he grinned to himself. Luke took his time to get out of his BMW and go into the apartment. His mind drifted to his roommates, and what they thought about his new piercing.

Sighing, he opened the door and found Ashton and Chuck, one of his other roommates, watching some soccer game in the living room. Noticing the trash from some snacks littering floor, Luke suddenly remembered he left the food from CVS in the car. He took the opportunity to go back and possibly take a drive around so he could come back later and not get yelled at for his lip ring.

Too late. "Luke! Buddy!" Ashton exclaimed, turing to look at the doorway. He tossed a piece of popcorn up and caught it in his mouth with ease. He chewed it loudly and turned to look back at him. "Don't just stand there. Unless you have another girl you're trying to bring in. But, it's a little early for that."

Half of Luke's face was concealed by the door. Ashton turned back to the game and Luke slid in, closing it behind him. He slowly started to walk past him before Chuck piped in.

"You gotta little something on your mouth. Dirt?" he noticed, leaning to look at Luke's face.

Luke, playing dumb, lifted a hand to pretend as if he was wiping it off.

"Dude. It's still there. What the fuck is that?" Chuck stood up to examine his mouth. Luke tried to escape to the comfort of his room, but he was cut off by his fellow roommate. Chuck stuck out a chubby finger and poked his lip ring.

"What the hell is that?" Chuck stared at the stud. He was a mix of shock and amusement.

"It's, uh-"

"Is that a fucking lip ring?" Ashton had now gotten up to look, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"-yeah."

Chuck snorted. "Why did you get that? You can't wear it during soccer."

"The season's already over, who cares?" Luke shrugged, trying to shove past the two to get to his room.

"Who cares? The hell, Hemmings? We're number one in our conference! You have to fucking care! What's gotten into you?" Ashton crossed his arms firmly across his chest.

"Nothing's gotten into me," Luke said firmly, licking lips anxiously.

"It's that girl you brought back, isn't it? What was her name? Quinn?" Ashton thought aloud. Luke's face must have lighened up at the mention of her, because Chuck sneered.

"You better shape up, Luke. Do what you're going to do with her and go back to normal. You were like this with the last one, except it was all made up, right?" Ashton warned him, jabbing a finger into Luke's chest.