Will We Ever See the End? (lashton au) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4

Well hello there :3 ok ok I know I haven't updated in a while but I'm lazy and Netflix and Instagram take up a lot of my time haha I'm so so lazy and I'm sorry ok oKKK and this story kinda sucks but I'm trying..!!! Ok this chapter is just Luke's side of everything that has happened so far so if its boring I'm sorry ~Hannah
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Luke's POV

I hate being the new kid. I hate all the weird stares I get, and I after this I never want to go through it again.

Walking into the school doors, I immediately made my way to the main office, making sure I didn't bump into anyone going in the opposite direction.

I strolled into the office, getting the attention of the lady sitting behind a computer. She smiled sweetly, pushing up her red rimmed glasses.

"How may I help you?" She looked at me quizzically, still smiling. I smiled back (her smile was pretty contagious, if smiles even are contagious) and replied,

"Um, I'm new here and I have no idea where my first period class is," I stuttered out. I silently cursed my awkwardness, scratching the back of my neck. She just smiled again, laughing a bit. This lady was way too friendly. But, I guess that wasn't a bad thing.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"I--uh--Luke Hemmings," I bit my lip, wishing I was better at talking to people. In my old school it was never a problem since I was actually quite popular, but it's different here. I didn't know what to expect.

She typed in my name, her eyes scanning the computer screen.

"You're first period class is in the 500 wing, room 518. If you go all the way down this hallway and make a left and go to the end of the hallway, you should find Mrs. Clarke's classroom," the lady seemed to cringe a bit at Mrs. Clarke's name, and I hoped that didn't mean she was a harsh teacher. In my old school, I always pulled pranks with my friends on those kind of teachers, and I always defended myself from my scolding parents exclaiming that, 'they had it coming' and that, 'I was doing everyone a favor.'

I quickly thanked the nice lady and ran down the long corridor, and I knew I was really fucking late because the hallways were dead. I didn't encounter a single person on my way to class, and I took that as a bad thing. At least I could use the 'new kid excuse' for not being on time.

Running down the next hallway, I stopped and read the number on the door at the end of the hallway. It read:

Room 518
Mrs. Clarke

I was proud of myself that I found the class, but I couldn't get myself to open the door. If I do, I'll disrupt the class and everyone will stare at me. I shook away those thoughts and softly knocked on the door. I heard the teacher stop talking in the middle of her sentence and open the door, scowling at me.

"What do you want?" She grumbled, raising her eyebrow at me, as if to test me. She definitely did not look threatening--I towered over her by about two feet and she dressed in bright colors, her gray hair telling me she was about 60 years old or so.

"I--uh--I'm new here," I sputtered out, cursing myself for being shy around yet another person today. She mustered up a fake smile, and suddenly gripped my arm and pulled me into the classroom and out of the hallway. My eyes widened as I scanned my eyes over all the students, who were all staring back at me. Fuck, this was not good.

Mrs. Clarke hissed into my ear, "What's your name, kid?" I whispered back,

"Luke Hemmings." Hey, at least I didn't stutter this time. The English teacher turned back to the class and gestured to me,

"Class, this is Luke Hemmings." I awkwardly waved, and some sent me small smiles while others didn't seem to really care.

Mrs. Clarke spoke up again, "You will be sitting next to Jack. Jack, raise your hand," Jack, a kid with a yellow stripe in the middle of his black spiky hair (which I thought I was pretty awesome), raised his hand for me to know where to sit.

As I made my way towards me seat, my eyes flicked over towards a boy sitting behind Jack. His hair was tousled in a sort of messy-but-not-messy kind of way, and it really suits him. He had an oversized black sweatshirt on, which I thought looked kind of adorable on him.

... Why the fuck did I just think this random guy was adorable? I'm into girls, and only girls.

I ignored my strange thoughts and continued to creepily stare at the mysterious boy.

He seemed to be trying not to look at me, his eyes glued to his desk. His hair was covering his face, but I knew he was attractive. I mean, I wasn't attracted to him, it's just an observation. I'm not into boys, as far as I know.

Blushing a little once I realized I hadn't sat down yet, I dashed to my seat and covered my face.

Oh, fucking hell.

What have I gotten myself into?
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Yay Luke seems to feel the same way! Ok I'll update soon since I need to write the rest of Luke's POV up to the point I left off with Ashton! Count on me updating this week, probably not tomorrow because I'm extremely lazy :P bye for now! ~Hannah