first period ⋙ luke hemmings

part one

Andrea ⋙

Today already officially sucked and I hadn't even gotten to school yet.

I couldn't find my special red vans. Then there was my asshole of an older brother, who somehow got a car, and was supposed to take me to school in three minutes.

He wasn't even awake.

One of the only options for me was a red velvet cupcake that sat underneath the glass display, specifically for desserts, according to my mom. Not the healthiest choice for breakfast, but my craving for the pastry caught me off guard and I took it.

On top of that. My brown messy hair gave off the impression that I had been attacked by something. I put it up in a messy bun in attempts that it might actually look good for once, and not just a huge knot sitting on the top of my head. Success.

A smile came to my face as I heard a bunch of stumbling from upstairs due to my brother waking up and seeing he had a total of 3 minutes.

He only used one of them before he was down and took me to school.

Of course, he looked like a complete mess, but who was I to judge when I couldn't even look decent in a school uniform.

I headed to my locker so that I could unpack some of the unnecessary stuff that we were asked to constantly carry around and algebra was first on my schedule. Ah shit.

As my best friend Ella approached my locker I knew that she would attempt to wake me up within the first few minutes. It was sort of like her job now. I was tired from staying up all night due to homework procrastination and snapchatting Keller Johnson.

One of the most fuckable dudes in the school, so yes, I stayed up all night snapchatting him.Yes, nudes were exchanged because, I, as a sixteen year old girl with hormones, succumbed to peer pressure. Except my version of peer pressure is the little angel and devil that sit on each shoulder arguing. Devil won this round. Besides. It's Keller-Fucking-Johnson.

"You can't already be having a bad day when the day just started?" Ella rolled her eyes at me before closing my locker loudly, in attempts to snap me out of my tired phase.

"Just tired."

We walked towards algebra, Ella going on and on about how perfect Michael was, and me ignoring it by accident.

Ella sat in her seat at the front of the room.

Of course with my luck, Ella was placed in the very front of the room, on the other side and I couldn't even look at her without getting caught if I tried..

Me? I was in the very back of the room. An empty desk had always been next to me, and it was lonely really.

Class started five minutes later, when our teacher came into the room followed by an unfamiliar face. A guy.

Natural blonde hair swept up in an upward do that really suited him.

He was skinny, but well built. Pretty tall too.

Wearing a loose nirvana tee and black skinny jeans, which his hand were shoved in the pockets of.

While I studied him a bit a more, I didn't hear the teacher introduce him or tell him where he was going to be sitting, but it honestly didn't take a genius. There was only one open seat in the class, and it was next me.

As he took the desk next to me, I glanced around the room only to meet the intense death stares that were being sent over to me from the other girls.

I took that as a chance to glance back at Ella who was furrowing her eyebrows up and down in a way that said ;

You lucky bitch, you.

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh and roll my eyes. He truly wasn't even that hot. I guess 'Mr. Blonde-Hair' heard me because he glanced over, passing me a tiny smile that sort of resembled a smirk.

Being the awkward person I am, I kind of just stared at him blankly from the side.

"Luke." He put out his hand to me.

Blue eyes.

Oh my shit.

Truth is, I needed that. I ignored my teacher's whole "new student speech and introduction thingy".

"Yeah, I know. You were kind of introduced ten seconds ago." I lied as if I even heard it, shrugging, then shaking his hand back.

"Andrea."

Luke ⋙

I tried not to obviously stare at the beautiful girl next to me, but not gonna lie.

The girl was fit as fuck.

It was when I heard her cute laugh that I grew the balls to introduce myself to her

"Luke." I put out my hand for her to shake.

"Andrea" The girl muttered back to me, desperately trying to not get caught while shaking my hand back with her small, navy-blue polished one.

As if on the cue, the room went silent and the teacher's eyes darted over at the two of us.

"Mr.Hemmings, yes, this is only your first day here, but talking in class with Ms.White isn't apart of the lesson plan. Since you two are so interested in socializing. You can socialize with your worksheets while in detention."

The teacher finished chewing is out.

I gave a wimpish nod, feeling terrible for dragging Andrea into the hell I knew was detention with me.

As I glanced over to see her facing the front once again, I could tell by the way she bit her lip to hide the anger, that we were done before we even began..