try hard // luke hemmings

Chapter Five

Samuel and I pass notes most of that class period. He asks a lot about my family. i refrain myself from giving him too much detail.

When the bell rings, he stands and waits for me at the front of the class as I slowly gather my binder. I joined him as we walked out, only to get stop by a hand that fists the front of Samuel's shirt and pulls him to the side. I glower at Ashton and Calum, who are holding Samuel, who is struggling. Luke is leaning against the doorway.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" He teasingly smirks. I keep walking. I really don't want to be bothered by them right now, especially since I'm about to spend forty-seven minutes in a library with Luke, when I'd much rather be reading a book.

Luckily, I get lost in the crowd and Luke and his bohunk buddies can't get to me.

I fight the flow, going to my locker and advance to the library. The crowds had thinned out some by now, and I was scared the tardy bell was going to ring and I was going to be tardy for the first time in my life. I hated to disappoint.

I pulled my cardigan tight against me as I pulled open the glass door. Mrs. Luevke sat behind the curriculum desk, typing away as she sipped on a pink mug. I entered noiselessly. "Good morning, Cheyanne!" Mrs. Luebke cheered, much to brightly on a Monday morning. I smiled in response.

I began carting books as we waited on Luke to arrive and the bell to ring. It rung and Luke had still not showed up. Mrs. Luebke hadn't noticed. "I'm running to the office. I'll only be gone a minute or two. Think you can manage?" She asks. I nod and continue what I'm doing. Mrs. Luebke has been gone three seconds, when Luke enters through the front entrance.

He isn't even ten feet near me when I smell the heavy lingering smoke on his clothes. I step back, placing both hands over my nose. "Did you smoke?" I ask, backing away from him. Luke runs a hand through his hair. "No!" He stumbles on a fallen book and catches himself against the shelf.

"No." He repeats. "I didn't ask anything," I whisper. Luke glares at me, making me shrink under his gaze. Suddenly, his look changes and he starts towards me. I back away from him, towards the shelves. "What? What?" I ask, kind of desperate. When his steps quicken, I turn and sprint for the tall oak wood shelves.

I weave in and out, scared with adrenaline coursing through me. What was he doing? Did his fans not know what kind of jerk, psychotic fool Luke Hemmings really is? He was chasing me through some really tall shelves in a library. Seriously.

I trip over my own feet and land with a thud on the floor. Luke comes over and sits down next to me where I'm leaning up against a shelf. He giggles as he sees my there, all out of breath, and I can't help but smile. A real smile, the first in forever. "What?" I ask.

"It's just, you look really cute today. No long sleeves." Luke compliments. I look up from my hands, where I was hiding my blush. "What?!" I ask, shell-shocked. Luke reaches for my arms and I pull them away. So what I wasn't wearing sleeves? My arms were still covered in the bangles, wristbands, and bracelets.

"Let me see them? Are there any new ones?" He asks. "No! Stop!" I tug away. He's in my face now. I bite back tears. Luke's face inches closer. Suddenly, I'm back to the day at the lockers, his face near me and like that day. I wanted him to kiss me. I needed him to kiss me.

My mouth betrays me. "Get away from me." I say. His hand traces my jawline and I inhale sharply. "You want this," he whispers huskily. i weakly shake my head. "I hate you." I reciprocate. "I don't think you do." Luke says, leaning closer. And I close my eyes.

His lips come in contact with mine for about three seconds and I'm put ablaze. I gasp, which easily grants Luke's tounge access. I feel my arms slowly rise up from my sides, but I don't know what to do, they hover in the air, balled into little fists.