Living in the past[Rewriting, on hold]

Chapter 12 : Milk Coffee

A/N : As you can see, I have clearly run out of ideas as to what I should put for the title xD

--Luke's POV--

I didn't think the day could get any worse. I had woken up late for school, fallen off the bed, wore the wrong shoes and couldn't get on the train because it was too packed.

Man, what a way to start the day.

I groaned internally, before slamming the door open to my classroom. Leaning against the door, panting, I managed to croak, "Sorry I'm late, teach'."

He just grunted under his breath, and gestured for me to get to my seat. I heard a couple of giggles from the girls and snickering from the guys and sighed, brushing it off, and squandered my way to the seat next to Sophie.

I stuffed my hands into my pockets and slipped further into my seat. Just then, Sophie turned around and noticed me. Then she bit her lower lip, stifling her laughter.

"Haha, that's some ridiculous bed hair!" She reached out towards me, and smoothened my hair.

Crap...

When she realised I was looking straight at her, she blushed a deep red, and jerked her hand away.

Someone stop me.

I grabbed her hand in mine, and held her gaze, staring into those deep blue eyes of hers. I was searching for something, something that I hoped to see, but the more I searched, the more I felt lost in her eyes.

"HEY!" A voice boomed, and we both jumped, turning around to see the teacher giving us the 'look'. "Stop flirting around in class. Do it after, will ya?"

"We weren't-!"

"Save it. Young people nowadays..."

I looked away hastily, focusing my gaze on the floor.

I wonder what she thought of it...

I sneaked a glance at her, and I had regretted it.

She was blushing so furiously, just sitting next to her quietly took all my self-control to not just squeeze her in my arms there and then.

Suddenly, a voice reverberated throughout the classroom.

"SOPHIE!"

And I knew that things wasn't going to be so easy from now on.

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--Sophie's POV--

I stuck a foot out at the oncoming figure in an attempt to stop him from whatever he had planned on doing.... except that it worked too well.

His face came into contact with my foot, and he let out a strangled "Guh!" before landing on the floor butt-first.

"Wah! I'm sorry!" I apologised and looked over at his now limp body.

Luke, uninterested, just probed the body with a foot. Then he turned around, crossing his arms in an 'X' sign, gesturing that he was dead.

Alex sputtered, then sat straight up, holding his nose. "That's mean, Soph',"

The teacher grumbled. "You again, Alex Harrison?"

He turned to look sheepishly at the pissed-looking teacher. "Man, I didn't know you liked my company that much."

Idiot, that means he doesn't like you.

I plucked a couple of tissues from its packet and bent over, replacing Alex's hand with a tissue. "Geez," I said, wiping his nose for him. "You should go donate blood or something."