Just what the title says! I don't like doing much smut, but I might try some eventually. Go somewhere else if you want heavy smut imagines! Love all of my readers, and I'm always here for a chat!
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You were the kind of guard girl who would come in and practice your work every day during your hour lunch. Luke was that kind of person, too. He was part of the rifle line, and you enjoyed messing around with him.
Unfortunately, you missed out on about two weeks of school and practice, meaning you needed someone to teach you the new work you missed over the week before the guard instructor tried to. You understood the other members more easily than the instructor.
You had a major concussion, and your mom knew if she sent you to school, you would overwork yourself, so she made you stay home. She drove to your school and got your makeup work every day, so you wouldn't be so stressed when you got back. You did it all at home when she wasn't watching, of course, so you could turn all of it in at once.
Luke had been desperately trying to contact you. Text, calling, social media, he tried them all, but your mom didn't let you touch your phone. You decided at that point to just get to school just before lunch to go into the band room, grab a flag, and just practice outside until Luke came out, and you got there about 15 minutes after lunch started, much to your luck.
By the time you were done turning everything into your teachers, you had 30 minutes to practice, seeing as you ate on your way there.
You got to the band room, and you managed to sneak past your band director with your flag as he walked out of the room. You walked over to the door that led outside, which was ajar, meaning Luke was outside, and you stopped before opening it as you heard Luke quietly singing to Dirty Work by Austin Mahone. You heard Luke's hands catch each toss masterfully, and you smiled to yourself.
You opened the door, and you silently propped your flag against the wall as Luke turned around and dropped his rifle on the ground with a hollow clunk.
"(Y/N)!" He gasped, running forward and hugging you so tightly you thought your ribs would break.
"Luke! Please don't kill me!" You teased.
"I was so worried!" His blue eyes burned into yours with a burning concern.
"I got a bad concussion, and mom didn't want me to touch my phone or come here for a couple weeks," you explained to the giraffe.
"I'm sorry about that. I've been practicing that toss, and I don't think I'm going to hit you in the head again," he blabbered.
"It's fine, Luke. I'm okay."
"Sorry," he apologized for the zillionth time.
"It's fine," you stressed.
He hugged you again, and he gave your forehead a chaste kiss.
"So, what did I miss?" You asked.
"Too much," he laughed.
"Like?"
"You agreeing to be my girlfriend," he coughed as he muttered under his breath.
"What?" You giggled.
"What? Nothing."
"Well, you missed me saying yes to that," you laughed as Luke smiled.
"Well, we've got a lot to catch up on, now don't we?" He laughed, picking his rifle up again as other guard members came out to join the teaching session. __________ Shit.
