Love Hurdles

12. Luke

a/n: sorry for not updating for awhile but here it is! btw I've changed Luke's description, and if you need a visual of what he sorta looks like look up Dean Geyer. enjoy:)

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"Luke!" Fiona's nasally voices reaches me through the crowded morning halls. "How are you?" She loops an arm through my crooked elbow.

"Fine," I reply. She starts blabbing on about who knows what and, quite a few times, she looks up at me and blinks her almond shaped eyes rapidly likes she's having some sort of seizure.

When I get close to my locker, I see Natalie there already at hers. My heart skips a few beats thinking about our date tonight.

"Bye Lukey!" She squeals as she notices we are near my locker, and gives me an awkward half hug, then saunters away before I can say anything else.

I stroll up to my rusty blue locker and start to turn the dial to open it up.

"Lukey?" Nat asks. I can just hear the smile on her face. "Maybe I'll start to call you that."

"Only if I can call you Natty," I tease back. I swing my locker door open and before I can grab my math textbook, Natalie grabs it and sprints down the hall. Laughing, she books it through the throng of students in the busy hallway.

"Gotcha!" I say as I loop an arm around her waist. Right when I'm about to get my book, Natalie relays it off to Kris, who doesn't know what to do at first but then runs down the hall. Quickly, I catch up to Kris. I'm about to grab my math textbook when Kris halts to a stop.

I run right into Kris and Natalie, who was running behind me, slams into my back. Sandwiched together, we all look up to see Mr. Hubbard, the principal, glaring at us.

"Ms. Merrick, Mr. Asher, and Ms. Sparks there is no running my halls; save the sprinting for the track," he says eyeing Nat and I. Mr. Hubbard's mustache, on his upper lip, twitches in frustration. I bite my cheek trying not to laugh, behind me I can feel Natalie shaking in silent laughter. Lucky for her, my towering height cover her so she can laugh without being seen. "This is a warning, I don't want to see this again. Am I clear?" We simotaniously nod our heads; I've heard Mr. Hubbard was mean, but still we were just running in the halls.

He sternly stares at us as we walk to our first class. Once out of ear shot, we erupt into laughter.

"Did...see...mustache?" Kris says in between breaths.

"It was hilarious!" I add.

"What's so funny?" Cameron questions as he walks up behind us.

"Oh nothing," Natalie says. "You had to be there."

The first bells interrupts our laughter and Cam and Kris head to class, while Nat and I go to math class.

"You know," I say looking behind me at Kris and Cam chatting away. "They would be cute together."

Natalie half scoffs and half laughs at my idea. "Or nah." She flashes me a sparkling smile.

We slide into our seats in math and Ms. Jennings gets started right away. She has us singing mathematical formulas and color coding equations; Ms. Jennings is a pretty cool calculus teacher.

After calculus, then a hair pulling history lesson, a chemistry exam, and English literature class, I finally make it to lunch without shooting myself.

When I get to the cafeteria I find Sam shoving a cheeseburger in his mouth, Kris picking at her salad, and Natalie eating Sam's fries.

"Where's Cam?" I ask.

"Lunch line," Sam says with half a burger in his mouth.

"Dude, nobody wants you to puke that back up," I say, talking about Sam's hamburger.

Out of breathe, Laila plunks down in a chair. "Sorry I'm late, I had to finish that stupid science exam. Want to split a roast beef sandwich, Luke?"

I nod while stealing one of Natalie's French fries.

"Hey!" She throws a fry at me so I catch it in my mouth. Soon Sam and Kris join in and we are all throwing fries at one another. Natalie throws a French fry smack in the middle of Sam's forehead right as someone behind us clears their throat.

All four of our heads swivel around to look at the source, which is none other than the dread Mr. Hubbard.

"Well," he scruffs. "These are some familiar faces," he eyes Kris, Natalie, and I. "Another problem Mr. Asher?"

I shake my head.

"It doesn't look like it," he gruffly responds. "I think cafeteria clean up is in order for you four after school today."

"But, we have practice!" Sam protests.

"That is that Mr. Booker, you will just have to miss practice and explain to your coaches that "goofing off" is not tolerated and can become dangerous," Mr. Hubbard leaves before we can say anything more.

"What was that all about?" Cam asks as he and Laila walk up to see the last part of the showdown.

"I don't even know," I say.

Natalie shrugs and slides over to make room for Laila and Cam.

"All I know, is that Coach Lynn is not going be happy at practice."