Pieces // l.h.

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Pieces - Luke Hemmings

Zero - 00

The girl walks into the art room quietly, making sure to keep the lights off and just enjoy the sunlight peering in through the window as she heads over to one of the stools and drops her stuff. Her keys fall to the floor with a loud bang causing a few profanities to escape her lips as she bends down to pick them up, her head banging against the table. She lets out a small yelp, falling to the floor. Am I ever gonna stop being so clumsy? She wonders as she rubs the back of her head. Her breathing steadies as she picks herself off of the floor and takes her seat in her stool, impatiently waiting for her tutor to arrive. She's become so frustrated with him and his habit of always arriving late. Can't he come early just once?

"Sorry, I'm late," a deep voice calls out as the door clicks open revealing a boy in all black with a beanie resting stop his head. His hear is matted down on his forehead and his eyes appear distant as he takes a seat across from her. He's so tired from all of the work at home, in school, and his complaints from his mother that he doesn't try hard enough. He likes to think he does, he's in all AP classes after all. His oceanic eyes meet the girl's grey ones and he can practically feel the sour vibe rolling off of her.

"It's fine, you're always late anyways. Maybe we should have a new time, or are you gonna show up late to that one too?" She snaps, venom laced in each syllable. The boy glares at her as he leans in towards her with a scowl on his face. He pushes his fringe out of his face and reminds himself to not take it to far, she is a girl after all.

"I would say we could meet up on the weekends but I think you're to busy hooking up with other guys." His voice is equally laced with venom, poison dripping from each word as he leans back in his chair and folds his arm across his chest. He knows he just hurt the girl's feelings, but the numbness in his heart from all the suffering he's endured in his life makes him not care anymore. He just doesn't care for anything. The girl's eyes brim with tears but she quickly blinks them back, she doesn't want him to see she's weakened, wounded by his words. She doesn't want him to know how she was always called a slut and that each night she would cry about it into her pillow.

"Are you gonna help me with my art project or not?" She simply remarks, her eyes finding a sudden interest with her white converse as they slide across the floor back and forth. He hums in response and fetches off to get the materials, leaving the girl alone at the table. Her hand rubs up and down on her arm as a million thoughts race through her mind. Am I really that bad of a person? Does everyone hate me? Do I even deserve the precious oxygen that I breathe? Is my soul that unappealing that people would rather work in a sewer than bothering to get to know me? She likes to think she's not that bad, she is very caring after she's opened up to a person.

She quickly puts on her mask as the boy returns back to his seat with the paint, a paint tray, brushes, and a sample paper. He watches the girl secretly, taking note of the permanent frown etched across her face and the sad look in her eyes. He wants to reach over and smooth the frowns out but he chooses not too- forces himself not to. He opens up the paint and gets everything ready so he can begin his lesson.

The girl grabs a paint brush to keep herself occupied and gently strokes it against the table, not meeting Luke's eyes but she knows he is watching her. They've always had this weird-hate relationship. She's always wanted to kill him, he's always wanted to kill her. They could never just talk like normal people or act like peers without saying a word or bickering with each other constantly. Luke has always been known as an asshole to the entire school, never speaking to anyone or at least acknowledging someone. She being the only exception of course because her art teacher forced the two as a pair.

"You know, I'd rather we work on my actual project than some blank paper," the girls mutters as she finally looks up to meet his eyes, catching his attention as he stops pouring paint onto the tray. He sighs in response and shakes his head slowly.

"No, we can't do that. I was told by Mrs. Daxy that we were supposed to sample first. You just want me to finish your artwork for you, so you don't have to do the work," the boy snaps, rolling his eyes at how lazy the girl really was when it came to doing things she hates. He never understood why she signed up for art in the first place. Probably because she was to busy chasing around Michael, a guy in the same class as them, and trying to be in a class with him. Surprisingly it actually worked for her, unfortunately. The girl takes the paintbrush she's holding and chucks it at the boy, causing him to jump back in surprise.

"What the fuck," he growls as he takes in the mess he's made, "You're cleaning this shit up," he mutters as he takes a baby wipe and throws it onto the table. The girl laughs before she wipes down the table, watching Luke as he stares at her with a pout on his face and his arms crossed against his chest. She tries not to notice the way his biceps look (it's really difficult to do when they're that attractive) and cleans the table until there's no paint left. It was worth seeing his reaction of her throwing the paintbrush at him.

The girl rolls the baby wipe into a ball and throws it away in the trash can, wiping her face with her hand that she didn't know had paint on it as well.

"You have a little something on your face," Luke whispers before he leans in towards the girl, wiping it off with the pad of his thumb and wiping it on her white sweater. She screams and jumps back in response as she realizes what he is doing, angry with herself for letting herself get lost within his touch. She digs the palm of her hand into the paint tray and smears it all over his face, causing a smirk to spread across his face as he reaches over and grabs her wrist. For the first time in a while, he lets out a low laugh as he pushes both her hands down and sits down on the stool.

Her heart was racing a million miles a minute, her cheeks flushing a deep red from the intense moment that had been previously shared between the two of them. She's embarrassed, and as she takes a seat on her stool as well, she quickly begins painting in a cowardly attempt to not speak or at least let the possibility of Luke trying to start a conversation happen. They both sit in an awkward yet comfortable silence as they paint away, until the girl starts becoming frustrated by the way she isn't able to paint right. She throws the paintbrush on the table and quickly stands up, her hands going straight to her hair as she begins to tug on it and whisper to herself.

Luke stares over at her with pity in his eyes, his thumbs tapping lightly against his thighs as he tries to figure out what to do. He's never been in a situation like this, and being his awkward self, he doesn't know what to do. He watches her as she reaches over to the projects of another class and takes it in her hands, raising it in the air as she prepares to throw it onto the ground. He quickly runs over to her and wraps his arms around her from behind, pulling her away from the table as she thrashes around in his arms. He grabs the project from her hands and throws it lightly onto the table, making sure it doesn't break.

"Let me go!" She screams out as she tries to kick Luke from behind, his muscular arms tightening their grip on her as he sets her down in the stool. She begins to stand up again but he pushes her back down, giving her a warning look as he sits down on the table. Tears are now streaming from her eyes as she whispers out, "I hate you," to Luke and pushes her tiny hands against his chest. He ignores her comment and brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You were gonna break that student's project. Unlike you I'm pretty sure they put effort into their work," Luke snaps and points over to the painting resting next to him.

She whimpers to herself as she slaps him on his arm sure to leave a make there later, "Shut up, ok? I'm tired of hearing you talk let alone breath in the same oxygen as you. Just get away from me," she stammers as she grabs all of her belongings and heads out of the art room. Luke watches her as she leaves and tugs the sleeves of his sweater down to cover up his hands even more. He feels bad for what just happened, but he pushes it aside and heads out in the opposite direction as well.

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So this is the prologue for the story to set up. I'll try to upload the first chapter this week if I can but I really want them to be long so I'll try my best to do it this week.

Sassy Luke is the best Luke ok.

P.S. Go follow my Instagram it's @cloudsluke and I make mini trailers and I'm trying to find a way to put the trailer I made up on youtube but I need to borrow someone's account first so I'll try to ask a friend (:

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