Poison Kisses and Dirty Dishes (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 3

Luke's POV:

"Hey." I said as I saw Savannah walking. "Why are you here?" She asked. "I just needed to think." I said taking a long drag on a newly lit cigarette. "You smoke?" She asked. I nodded. "Well, you shouldn't...You never know how it could take a toll on your body." She said. "I try not to. Why do you even care?" I asked. "Don't worry...I don't. I just don't want to be lab partners with a smoker and go home smelling like a cigarette. I swear the smell never goes away and its gross.Who would want to kiss a seventeen year old smoker?" She asked rolling her eyes. "Are you saying you'd kiss me?"

Once I said this she took forever to answer. "No. I would never." She said with such "confidence". "So how are you?" I asked. "Fine, thanks for asking." She said before turning to walk away. "No, how are you? Really." I said grabbing her wrist. "If you're expecting me to just open up to you, you're not going to get that. I hate you Luke Hemmings, and I would rather die than to be touched by you." She spoke jerking away from me. I watched as Savannah walked faster and faster until she was basically running.

I sighed with a small smirk and began walking home. I'd been at this bench for about an hour now. I looked into the direction where I was supposed to start walking but dreaded it. I hated every inch of the street, every corner of the house, and every piece of furniture. Where ever we moved I always hated it. I hated it because I could never escape the Hell that I was almost forced to call home. I took one last drag on my cigarette before finally putting out and starting a long walk home.

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"Luke?" I heard a voice whisper from my window. I was going to ignore it but it never went away and just got louder. I finally decided to get up and see who it was. But who I saw was the one person I had vowed to never see again.