First//Luke Hemmings

Chapter 2

The rest of my first day consisted of me bitching to my friends about Luke during lunch, and then once again running into him during art. Luckily art class is the one place where I can ignore everyone and everything around me and just focus on the one thing I love.

After the final bell rang, I met up with my younger brother Holden at my locker. He was a junior, yet still managed to be practically a foot taller then me. We exited the school together, walking slowly to the bus stop.

We sat down on the bench, and after a few minutes of silence I asked, “Do you know a guy named Luke Hemmings?”

My brother furrowed his brows, trying to place the name.

“I don’t know him personally, but I know his friend Ashton Irwin,” my brother said, looking proud at himself for knowing his name.

“Oh I’ve heard of him, he’s like president of the debate team or something?” I said.

“Yeah. He and Luke are apparently like the best members of the team. Why’d you ask about Luke?”

“No reason really. Oh look here comes the bus”.

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 I slammed the front door shut, dropping my bag on top of my brothers.

“Mom I’m home.” I called out, walking to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

“Oh honey, do you really want to eat that?” I heard my mother say, just as my pop-tart was finished toasting. 

"Yes actually” I replied, grabbing the hot pastry and taking a bite.

I took a look at my mother, and questioned if we were even related. I was nothing like her. My mother had perfect straight blonde hair, and was stick thin. She was the type of woman who did yoga classes and juice cleanses. She was the mother who made her children eat kale chips and she was the mother who showed up to parent teacher conferences in Juicy Couture sweat suits.

My mother scoffed, and as she left the kitchen she called out to me, “You’ll never attract a man if you keep eating like Honey Boo Boo.”

I rolled my eyes, throwing away the rest of the pop-tart. I suddenly wasn’t very hungry.

I retreaved my backpack and walked upstairs to my room, throwing my bag on the bed and shutting the door. I sat on my bed sighing as I pulled my laptop out of my bag. I logged into Facebook, and searched for Luke Hemmings. I clicked on his profile, staring at the picture of the blonde boy on my screen. He was really very attractive in an unconventional way, kind of like Anthony Michael Hall in The Breakfast Club. He had this slight nerdy look to him, that was really charming, and his eyes were so blue you could practically swim in them. Mustering up some courage, I clicked add friend, quickly after shutting my laptop and pushing it down towards the end of the bed.

 I turned on some music, then reaching for my physics homework. I stared at the complicated word problems, focusing more on the Arctic Monkeys song that came on than the actual work.

“Fuck it” I sighed, closing my notebook, giving up on the idea of getting work done.

Just when I was about to close my eyes and take a nap, my phone screen lit up. I reached to grab it, fumbling with the device. I clicked the home button, which illuminated one new Facebook notification. Luke Hemmings has accepted your request.

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I put anthony michael hall on the side for anyone who doesnt know what he looks like