You Might Be The One (A Fan Fiction) - Luke Hemmings

Chapter 3• The Classic Way Part 2

Leyla's POV

"Leyla~"

Oh no. I closed my eyes, slowly turning towards the person. It was Jaja. My nagging best friend. Should I even still call her that? Yeah, I'm not that cruel.

"What?" I muttered. She frowned, knowing I was in a bad mood. She's the closest one in our little circle of friends. As she got closer, she spoke carefully, almost afraid. "I-I'm sorry, but not just me—all of us are sorry for how we acted." I wondered if she knew about the Calum incident.

"Leyla, please don't be upset with us anymore—"

"I'm not upset."

"Okay, maybe you're worked up right now, but—"

"No, you dumbbell, I forgive you. Apologizing to me in person is enough for me to know that you are my best friend." She grinned and squealed before attacking me with a killer hug.

"Erm... hate to break this moment, but we might be late for class now..." Luke awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. We all laughed at his cuteness. Wait, what did I just say? Never mind.

We walked to our fifth class of the day, Algebra. I enjoy it, but sometimes it's a pain in the ass. Luke opened the door for us, and Jaja thanked him while I just gave him a curt nod. Luckily, the teacher wasn't here yet, so I had time to rest my brain and get ready for the mind-blowing formulas and equations to come.

Students returned to their seats and got quiet when Auntie Liz, or as I should say, Mrs. Hemmings, walked in. We gave her a monotonous "Good Afternoon," and she just shook her head.

"Alright, does anyone have questions about the last lesson before we turn to the next one?" she asked. No one dared to answer, but one boy raised his hand awkwardly. She looked at him and nodded. "Okay, back to finding the equation from two points using point-slope form." She dictated while writing on the board.

Everyone groaned except for Luke. He was the one who raised his hand, meaning he hadn't learned this lesson yet, unlike the rest of us. I groaned because I've already seen this a thousand times due to lazy kids here. "The first step is to calculate the slope from two points..." she wrote on the board. I put my head down, my arms crossed between my head and the table.

This is going to take a while.

Suddenly, a note was placed under my hand. I lifted my head a bit and noticed it was from Calum. What the hell? He motioned with his hands, wanting me to read the note. It said:

'Leyla, I'm not apologizing this way, okay? I'm coming to your house later at 7:30 PM. Just wear something casual or comfortable. I'm not taking no for an answer. xx'

First of all, this is so last season. And second, maybe I should give him a chance. Wow, I'm such a drama queen. I gave him a simple thumbs up, and he grinned, looking all giddy.

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"I don't know how to drive yet, sorry. We'll have to walk home—"

"Nah, it's okay. As long as we get home early, I'm fine with that." he smirked, a smirk I'm now learning to recognize.

"So, Lucas, what does it feel like to have your own mom as a teacher at the same school?" I asked.

He laughed at me, and I was bewildered. "Now you have a nickname for me?" I nodded, and he stopped laughing, turning into a smile. "You should be glad because you're the only boy I've given such a gay-ish nickname."

He gave me an intimidating glare, and I put my hands up in surrender. "Not my fault your name is Luke." He sighed in defeat, and I playfully punched his arm, smirking. "Awe, come on, you're not that affected!" I coaxed him as the sun began to set. He looked up at me in an adorable way, and I stopped walking. The view was breathtakingly beautiful, and the lighting gave it an extra effect.

I blinked multiple times before looking down at my feet. I pushed the tip of my nose upward with my finger, making a piggy nose. "What are you doing?" he asked. I could feel my cheeks turning crimson. He smiled and peered down at me. My eyes widened, and my heart beat faster than ever. I've never felt this way before. Not even with... him.

"Erm... this is nothing; it's just a bad habit, so yeah. Uh... last one home is a rotten poo!" I changed the subject and ran. He immediately copied my actions, and I was the first one home. His house was four houses away, but we could still see each other from our porches. I waved him goodbye, and he did the same, but with a lopsided smile. I turned around and did the piggy nose again. This is so unrealistic. Seriously.

I walked into our home. "Xiana, are you home yet?" I heard water running from the upstairs bathroom. She must be taking a shower. Oh well, I might as well change now since it's already 7:15 PM. Wow, time goes by so quickly.

I went to my room and changed into comfy clothes.

The doorbell rang, and I yelled that I was coming. I rushed downstairs and opened the door, revealing a very neat-looking Calum. I raised my eyebrows, asking him what the problem was.

He cleared his throat and brought out a bouquet of lavender and yellow tulips from behind his back—my favorites. In the middle, there was a black and golden box, probably chocolates. This was the sweetest apology I'd ever experienced, to be honest. But I wasn't going to tell him that because it was too girly.

"These are for you," he said, holding them out to me.

I took them. "Thanks," I mumbled, and he frowned.

"I'm really sorry, Leyla, for being such a jerk. Now I understand why you're acting like this. I'm treating you like crap, and I can't believe I said that after all these years with you. I hope you can forgive me. I know I don't deserve to be your best friend, but I would appreciate it." He smiled faintly.

I rolled my eyes at him. I opened my arms wide. "Come here, you fucktard." He sprinted towards me, and we laughed.

We released each other, and I let him inside. "Nice way to apologize, just saying. The girl who ends up with you will be so lucky, yet miserable because you'll always make her cook for you." He blushed, and I smiled.

"Y-yeah, sure, w-whatever you say," he stuttered, sitting on the couch.

"Wanna eat something first or watch a movie, maybe both?"

He nodded and grinned at me. "And I bet on The Ring because you know how I am with horror movies," I said, winking.

He groaned. "You love horror movies!" His complaining wouldn't change anything.

I brought out cereal, leftover pizza, doughnuts, and four cans of Pepsi—two for him, two for me. That's how it works. "Now you put on The Ring; I got us the food," I demanded. I put everything on the coffee table and sat on the floor. "Oh wait, we need pillows and blankets."

One and a half hours later...

"Calum... I'm getting sleepy..." I whined, and he turned off the TV.

I felt him vibrate and heard him chuckle. Half of me was on top of him, and he hugged me. We were pretty much cuddling, something we did all the time. Sometimes, we're like a serious married couple.

"Then go to sleep, babe," he said. I smiled at his nickname for me. He calls me "babe," and I sometimes call him "Cal" or "Asian." What? He looks like one!

I gave him a small nod. "Thank you..." My voice was barely audible, but I heard him hum in agreement.

Before I drifted off, I heard him whisper in my hair, "I would never hurt you again."