Nothing But A Game

Chapter 4

Locked up tight like I may never feel again stuck in some kind of love prison..Unbroken...Demi Lovato

Good day to my penguins. This chapter should be...interesting. I hope you guys like it. Sorry I'm not being so energectic and happy I'm just..not in the mood.

I'm always gonna just try to keep my head up and never look down or back because that shows people you are affected by their ignorance and pathetic ways.

Anyways read well.

Luke's POV

And so I decided to ditch school again. This time I'm driving on a vacant country road. The song Love Somebody by Maroon 5 is playing through my speakers as I think about Kara and if she's ok. We were texting at around 6 in the morning and just kinda did those short conversations.

Hey

Hi

What's up

Nm u

Nm

K

K gtg bye

As you can see our conversation was just sooooo interesting. *Sarcasm Intended*

My phone starts ringing and its Kara so I pick up without hesitation.

"Hey Kara."

"Where the hell are you!?!?!" she sounds worried but I'm confused as to why.

"Just didn't come to school today. Why what happened?" I ask her trying to figure out what's wrong.

"Carter came to school today."

"I'm on my way and I'm gonna forge a note to get in. I'll be right there."

"Thanks Luke love you later." she said say love you later like she always does. But this time it feels different. Not bad...but different. I wonder if...nahh it can't be.

"Love you too later." and I hang up.

*****

By the time I get to school its already 4th period and I'm in Chemistry right now. Carter is not in this class with me luckily because I would pour acid on his face I swear. I hear Mrs.Vargas say "Ok class today we are doing a lab so grab your goggles and an assignment sheet from the front of the room." I do as I'm told but then I just zone out for the rest of class and get no work done. I just try to look like I'm writing. I'm thinking about what is gonna happen when I see the bitch. I hope he ditches English next because I'm ready to kill him. And honestly at 17 in 11th grade I would not like to be convicted of first degree murder (premeditated murder). I hear the bell ring in its G sharp tone. Don't judge my knowledge of music.