Part 2

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Luke's POV:

It's lunch time and let's just say today isn't going as smooth as I thought it would. I was late to my first three classes, got tripped a few times by some stuck up jocks, and now I have my shirt sleeve stuck in my locker. And the best part is my locker combination isn't wanting to work. A few people laugh at me and I blush a little from embarrassment. What a great day to start off my first day. "You look stuck." A sweet voice says. I turn my head to look behind me and see a girl. Damn, she is sure beautiful. "Yeah, I'm a bit stuck." I rub the back of my neck, blushing more. She giggles and hits the locker a certain way. Not a moment after, it opens. I look at this random beautiful girl with a surprised look. "I had this locker last year and the exact same thing happened to me. I had to deal with it for the whole year." She explains. All I can do is nod. This girl is so beautiful. The way her hair falls around her shoulders, how she's barely wearing any makeup. She's so chill. "So are you just going to stare or introduce yourself?" She laughs. I snap out of my trance blushing harder then ever. "S-sorry, my name is L-Luke." I hold my hand out to give her a hand shake. "Well L-Luke, my name is-" before she even has a chance to her name she is dragged off by a group of girls. I'm guessing those are her friends. She turns to look at me, mouthing the word sorry to me. I wave it off and turn to grab my books for my next class.  I smile at how she was making fun of my stuttering. I shake my head and close my locker door.

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