Hate/Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

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As I made my way in the main hallway of the school, the most populated one may I add, and one brightly colored head caught my eye. I tried to walk quicker to catch him, but the flow of the crowd disagreed.

"Michael!" I called.

His head whipped around, looking for the source of the chant. I waved my arm to bring his attention to me. To my surprise, his lips curved at the sides, forming a small smile. He swam out of the walking students to the wall of the hallway, grabbing me in the process.

"I knew it was you that said my name, because you say, 'Michul.'" he said, emphasizing the last syllable. 

I waved my hand through the air between us. "Enough about my accent already!" Sighing, I continued. "Michael,"

He chuckled, but quieted when I glanced at him angrily, begging him to allow me to talk without interruption.

"I am so sorry about last-"

"Hey Taylor," a familiar, deep-voiced boy disrupted. 

He was behind me; I could see Michael tense up, looking slightly over my shoulder. I felt hands on my torso that spun me around to face their owner, who pulled me into a hug. It was unusual; the hug seemed almost too friendly and I felt embarrassed engaging in it in front of Michael.

I pulled away too quickly; I know Luke felt it. He looked from me, to Michael and back to me again. "Can we talk?"

I knew what he wanted to talk about, last night and my utterly rude actions. I shook my head vigorously no; I had to apologize to Michael first before I could to Luke. Honestly, I was confused as to why Luke still wanted to talk to me after last night. I'm just some random foreigner who he met yesterday and has no ties to at all; he could drop me from his life and not loose anything. Although, deep down I really didn't want that to happen and quietly celebrated he was still interested enough in me that he would want to sort out my stupid actions.

"I'm kinda in the middle of something right now," I said.

He grabbed my arm. "It will be fast-"

"Hey," Michael said sternly, stepping between me and Luke. "she said no, alright?"

Luke stepped back, chuckling to himself. "Calm down, Mike." He began to walk away, and said, "Talk to you later, babe."

Michael's eyes grew wide at the use of Luke's nickname for me, mimicking me the first time I heard it. "Do you guys, uh, know each other more than I think you do?"

I shook my head, dismissing his question. "Okay, back to what we were talking about."

I cleared my throat, partly to get rid of the mucous and party to create a transition into the more serious topic I was about to bring up.

"I know I just met you and all, but I did tell you I would go to dinner with you last night. It was really bitchy of me to totally blow you off like that, and I'm, uh, I'm sorry."

I avoided his eyes, ashamed stating my wrongs out in the open.

"Don't worry about it. Like I said, we can do it another time. I was just mad in the moment, I don't know, I was just really looking forward to it." Michael admitted.

Even though he accepted my apology, the addition about him looking forward to it made me feel worse about the situation than I did in the first place, and it was evident.

"But like I said, we can do it anytime." he smiled, the corners of his eyes slightly crinkling. "And, if you don't mind asking, what were you doing that made you forget?"

I paused, thinking of a kind and polite way to say I wasn't keeping track of time because I was on the phone with the boy who I had a crush on for hours, and, oh yeah, I have to apologize to him as well, because I snapped at him after you snapped at me, no big deal, right?

"Uh, I was on the phone with, uh, Luke." 

Michael craned his neck towards me, as if he didn't hear me quite right. "Hemmings? The one who just called you 'babe'?"

Nervously, I laughed, which was ridiculous, because there was nothing funny to laugh at. "Yeah, he kinda got my number, and we just talked, for a long time."

"What, do you like him or something?"

I was unsure if I wanted to be truthful to Michael; I didn't know him that well. But to be fair, I know him about as well as I know Luke Hemmings. He had been exceedingly nice to me too, so I figured he deserved honesty.

"Yeah, I think I kinda do. I mean, I barely know the guy, but he gave me a ride to my house yesterday and made the effort to talk to me." I shrugged. "And he's easy on the eyes if you know what I mean ..." I mumbled.

"I think you should stay away from him." Michael blurted, ignoring my last comments.

The sound of bells filled the already crowded hall, signaling the soon begin of the day. Michael's words lingered as he locked eyes with me, silently begging me to believe him. I sighed as we walked to our first classes side by side, silent.

I walked into my class without a goodbye to Michael, angry. Who was he to tell me who I can and can not hang out with? Why doesn't he like Luke in the first place? He's been nothing less than kind to me.

My first four classes before lunch were a drag. I spent the four hours doodling in my notebook, seldom listening to the lectures or participating in the class work. As soon as the lunch bell rang, my mind reminded me I needed to apologize to Luke; I ran the script of things I had rehearsed saying through my mind in preparation.

I found him around the outside lockers, talking to three girls that I recognized as the ones who had nothing good to say about my appearance yesterday in English. Not wanting to bring attention to myself around them, I quietly walked pass the group without making eye contact with any of them, hoping Luke would see me and stop me.

"Taylor!" he called behind me.

Mission accomplished.

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