Special (Cake AU)

Chapter Three

Luke's alarm beeped obnoxiously through his room. He rolled over, groaning, while hitting the alarm button. Why was he waking up so early? At 6:30 in the morning? His eyes were still closed when it hit him.

Year 12. Right.

His heart started to pound at the thought. Were there going to be new teachers? New bullies? New...friends even?

His eyes opened, and on his desk chair sat his uniform. His mother decided that she wasn't going to buy new uniform clothes and said he could wear the ones he wore for Year 11.

Luke hated the uniforms. Yes, most teenagers did, but he hated them with a passion. He was rather picky about everything he wore and even though he'd been wearing a uniform five days a week for the past twelve years, he still hadn't gotten used to them.

It took a lot of strength to get out of bed. He walked to the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His hair stood up in all sorts of places, noticeable bags were under his eyes, and his mouth was dry. He didn't like his reflection at all, so he looked away, then turned on the water.

As Luke showered, his mind flashbacked to the last day of Year 11. Was it really only a month ago? Seemed so much longer.

...

Luke walked through the swarm of students, most in a hurry, out of Mathematics. Some intentionally shoved him, but he chewed on his lip, ignoring it, as he had gotten used to people shoving him, "The Freak".

Suddenly he was sprawled out on the floor, his binder and textbook out of his grip.

He glanced up to see John standing there.

Luke bit his lip harder and harder, nope nope nope, he was not going to cry, nope nope nope. He promised he wasn't going to cry this time.

"Luke." He said. "Why were you going so damn slow? The school really cannot afford to have sluggish people holding up the hallways, can they?"

He didn't reply. He didn't have anything to say. He looked away, not at John. Maybe he should get up. And run.

Tediously, Luke lifted himself up. Just as he was about to stand, a foot was pushed abruptly onto his chest, making his head slam hard onto the ground.

He didn't keep his promise.

His eyes watered up, and John only put more pressure onto Luke's chest.

"We don't need you, you understand?" he growled.

"Don't you dare come back." He spit, before kicking Luke's books and disappearing into the crowd.

...

"NO NO NO!!" Luke screamed, hitting the shower wall repeatedly and shaking his head.

"Luke?!"A frantic muffled voice from outside of the door said.

He stopped, tears running down his face and breathing heavy. "Go away mum!!"

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"Just remember, you can call me if anything goes wrong." Mrs Hemmings handed her son the emergency cell phone and he took it without saying anything.

She smiled. "You look more handsome than ever, Lucas! And this is your last year, can you believe it? Until you go off to college...I'll probably have to come with you..." she trailed off.

Luke was going to be a mathematics major most likely. He didn't like to think of what will happen during college. He was certain that there would be bullies and scary people there. Though he still wanted to enroll into a good college because he wanted to be successful with his life, even if he would always be known as "The Freak".