Over (Luke Hemmings)

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September 2011

Lazily standing up after nearly two hours of copying notes on the board, I nosily closed the notebook that was in front of me and let out a relieving sigh whilst I closed my eyes.

It was a Friday and this was the last period of the whole day.

I felt a weight brought upon on my shoulders. I turned to stare at a chirpy Michael who wore a cheeky smile on his face before looking to his more-than-white arm that hung loosely on my shoulders in annoyance. "What's up with you, Clifford the dog?" I narrowed my eyes at him, not wanting to waste any of my left energy to push his arm off.

"Ha ha, very funny, Em... Haven't you heard the news?" He kept his eyes at the students walking across who didn't really care about anyone.

I rolled my eyes at him before shaking my head.

"How come you're so gloomy on a Friday?" He raised a cocky brow at me before shaking his head at me.

Not receiving any reaction from me, he decided to shake me. As if that would make me regain my energy back. "Stop, Mikey, it's been a long day," I whined immaturely, shutting my eyes.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry," He squeezed my arm reassuringly. "So, the news is, Cal and I got a thousand views on our YouTube!"

I forced a smile. "I'm happy for you and Cal but my emotions won't cooperate with me." I fake pouted at him.

He laughed, flashing his rather yellowish teeth. "Do me a favour, please?" I turned to him, furrowing my brows.

"Anything." He shrugged.

"Lessen your intake of fizzy drinks and brush your teeth more often, will you?" I managed not to laugh in the midst of my sentences but it slipped after I finished my sentence.

He lightly shoved me out the exit doors with a smile on his face. "I love you, too, Mikey!" I teased him back, walking forward but keeping my eyes on him. I noticed his smile fade before I bumped into a hard chest.

"Hey!" I narrowed my brows before even seeing who it was.

Once I noticed it was Michael's mortal enemy, AKA Luke Hemmings, I inhaled sharply. "Oh, it's just you." I took hold of my backpack's straps and ran a hand through my slightly wavy black hair before enveloping my arms across my chest.

He ignored me and brushed passed my shoulder. I faced the exit doors to see Michael's reaction but he wasn't there anymore. I couldn't help but smile at how ridiculous Luke's fluorescent green aviators were when he wore them. I shook my head before pursing my lips and heading back.

"Hey, Em! Heard the news?" I heard Calum speed towards me.

"Hey, Cal. Michael bragged about it, yeah," I faced him lazily.

I brushed my maroon Doc Martens to the warm looking concrete as Calum laughed his lungs out. Laughing at the simplest things, that guy. "I, uh, saw you laugh at Luke." He spoke, rather awkwardly. By the way he scratched the nape of his neck screamed awkward everywhere.

"It's Mikey and my thing... You always see us laugh at the guy," I said slowly. "What's up with you?"

"I dunno, I actually think he's a cool guy," he shrugged nonchalantly before fixing his straightened emo black hair.

I looked ahead, into the busy road. I knew Cal and Mikey were best friends and that when either of them hates someone, the other would hate him, too. I knew how their brains worked, how they almost thought about the most similar things. I wasn't expecting such a shocking reveal from Cal himself.

With my mouth in agape, I sang to him in an annoying tone, "Clifford the red dog's going to get angry."

"Aw, don't tell Mikey!" He begged and I tried to hide in the smile that tugged on the corners of my lips. "Come on, Em!"

"I'm not, I'm not. Calm your man tits, Robin," The smile I was supposed to hide surfaced as Calum laughed.

Now that Calum mentioned it, I really did find nothing bad that Luke has ever done to Michael and I. We sort of felt superior compared to him whenever we laughed, I guess. It felt great, to be honest, but to come to think of it, both Michael and I acted like total assholes to Luke.

"So, you and Mikey, huh?" Calum asked, eyeing his house that was already close by.

"Uh, nope. I don't and won't like him that way," I naturally answered. "Piece of advice for you, mate. Don't ever mention a thing about Mikey and I when you're thinking of it that way."

He bobbed his head with a grin on his face. "I was just messing around!"

"You're forgiven... For now," I glared at him. "Anyways, I'll be driving Dad's car tomorrow. I'll pick you up, yeah?" I loosed up the glaring and looked at him with my tired-but-trying smile.

He flashed me a cheekbone highlighting smile, nodded and waved. He seemed to notice when it was that time of the month for me when I tend to have these odd mood swings.

I practically lived two blocks away from Calum's which meant that whenever I got the opportunity to drive him with me on my way to school, I do. Besides, that's what friends do, right? Well, for the friends who can't drive, that is.

Living near Calum had its perks. As I've mentioned, one perk is getting to bring him with me to school. Whenever he says he feels badass and that he wants to dropout of school, I basically drag him out of his imaginary realm and snap him out of his trance. Living near him also had its cons. He constantly throws parties since his parents we're mostly away. It's noisy, really.

There was an abandoned park that I always pass through on my way home and to school. Mostly nowadays, in spring, the leaves of its trees start to fall off, giving the park a more of a creepy aura. I hated walking past this mostly when the sun sets. Don't even get me started with Halloween.

As I approached my house, I saw a blonde haired guy standing on our porch. He had muscles but he was slim and very tall. If he knew us, he must know there was nobody home since everyone in my family were busy business men.

"Excuse me?" I walked closer to him and he faced me.

"Hi, you must be Tim's younger sister, Maria, was it?" He asked, reaching a hand to shake. He had familiar blue eyes which intrigued me to finding out to whom it was familiar with.

"Yeah, you looking for him?" I asked, walking past him and completely ignoring his offer to handshake. He seemed puzzled for a bit that he awkwardly jammed back his hands into his jeans's pockets.

"Yeah, he told me to be here... Five minutes ago," He looked at his watch and pursed his lips.

"You should know Tim rarely keeps his promises," I told him. I tapped my pockets in search of my house keys. Succesfully taking a hold of them, I got curious on who he was. Tim never did mention any of his friends to me before. "Who did you say you were?"

"Jack. Jack Hemmings," He introduced himself with a smile.

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