Hate/Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

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"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Luke answered.

"Why don't you and Michael like each other?"

He slurped down the remains of my chocolate shake; I was too full to finish the thick goodness. After he wiped his mouth, he started, "It's not that we don't like each other, it's ... well, yeah it is. Okay, well me and Mike used to be really good friends, best friends actually. Like, the best friends who went over to each other's houses and were friends with their families, really close best friends,"

I remembered Michael's positive comments about Mrs. Hemmings yesterday before I went to her class.

"The summer before our Sophomore year, there was this girl that we both liked," he paused, reliving the experience. "and Michael being the sexy bastard that he is, got this girl to go out with him, even though he knew I liked her too. You don't just do that to your best friend, you know?"

I thought it was strange how Luke described Michael, as if him getting this girl made him better than Luke.

"So, naturally, I wanted revenge. So, I, kinda," he giggled. "I hooked up with her while they were still going out, and somehow along the way, he found out, and it turned into this big fiasco, and, well, we haven't talked since."

This story began with Michael being the bad guy, and ended it with Luke. I could see where he was coming from, but it must have broken Michael's heart to find out his girlfriend had sex with his best friend.

"Do you think I'm a douche now?" he asked after I had been silent for a few minutes.

"Yeah, kind of." I admitted. How could anyone trust him in a romantic relationship with a history like that? If he doesn't get what he wants, he'll go through any obstacle to get it, even if it meant betraying his best friend. 

"But we all make mistakes, right?" I assured him. The past is the past.

"What classes do you have fifth and sixth?" he asked, completely out of the blue.

I looked at the clock and noticed the bell for fifth period would be ringing soon. I panicked naturally, being that I had never missed school other than being sick. "American History and Theater."

Luke rose his eyebrows. "Are you down to not go back to school?"

I hesitated. Of course I didn't want to go back to school, but it's different when the opportunity is right in front of you. "But, what will I tell my parents when they see I was at school for only half the day? Isn't that a little suspicious?"

"Tell them you had a substitute teacher and they marked you absent on accident." he shrugged.

"For two consecutive classes though?"

"Hey, if you want me to take you back to school ..."

"No," I interrupted. "I don't want to go back to school."

He smiled in response as if he knew I would agree all along.

"Hey so there's this party tonight at one of my friend's house, do you want to go with me?" Luke asked as we sat on the beach, basking in the warm sun and breezy air.

I'd never been to a party before, not even back home. I vaguely knew what happened at said parties from movies and books and there was nothing appealing about them to me, except for the dancing. I loved to dance and I knew a little bit of that happened at parties, but it was a drunken, high kind of dancing, not the fun, regular dancing I enjoyed.

"I've never really, um, been to one before, so I don't really know." I admitted. 

His face lit up. "Then you have to go!"