Appearances are deceptive (Luke Hemmings Short Story)

Part Four

As it was said, you and your best friend went to do shopping and found you a dress, and after at least a thousand different shops, you eventually found the one. It was a long deep red dress, with little sleeves falling off your shoulders, because you didn't want to cover up your tattoo. You're not going to admit it, but since Luke said he liked it, you couldn't bring yourself to hide it under your clothes. The dress revealed your bare shoulders and collar bones, and it embraced your waist perfectly. There wasn't anything special about this dress though, it didn't sparkle, or shine in the spot lights or anything. It was simply great on you, because it suited to your curves and you felt pretty in it. (Y/F/N) managed to convince you – after lots of arguments – to put on high heels and to dress your hair. It was brought together in a low bun just above your neck, and a few stands came out of it, your hair hanging loosely over your shoulders, gently stroking them every time you turned your head. You decided not to wear any jewelry and your only makeup was a little bit of mascara and red lipstick, to match the dress. You and (Y/F/N) accorded to meet in front of the gymnasium, and you waited there for thirty minutes now. Slightly annoyed, you put you phone out of your bra – you weren't really a big fan of clutches – and texted her. Im waiting, where R U ? You had to wait two minutes before feeling your phone buzz. It won't be long! Don't worry xx Okay now that didn't answer the question, but at least she didn't forget you. It started to get cold outside and you didn't bring a jacket. In fact, you didn't bring anything else than your phone and what you were wearing, so she'd better hurry or you'd go back home.

“(Y/N)?” A voice that you now recognized called your name, and you snapped your head towards the boy. Luke was standing in front of you, in all his greatest glory, in a tuxedo which suited him too well for his own good, and you had some difficulties to swallow at this sight. Even Luke found a date for tonight and you were here, waiting for your best friend in the cold. Well 'even Luke' isn't exactly the right thing to say. Luke was drop dead handsome and it was a miracle not all the girls were all over him, and it most definitely had a link with the bad rumors about him and his so-called stay in jail.

“Luke!” You said, saying hello. “I didn't think you'd come. You're usually not coming to school events.” You said, immediately regretting those words.

“Yeah uhm- “ He looked awkwardly at his feet. “I thought it was the last time I'd have the chance to go to prom” He dived his hands into his pockets, as he did when he wore jeans. It made you smile. Shivers ran through your body as it got colder.

“You're cold.” Luke spoke, frowning his eyebrows. “Why are you waiting here ?” He started to take off his jacket to give it to me but I shook my head.

“No it's fine. I'm just waiting (Y/F/N), I'm sure she won't be long! I don't want to make you late for your date” You shyly looked away, wondering who it was. Luke flinched but kept his mouth shut, his lips forming a thin line.

“Where is the lucky girl ? If you don't mind the question.” You asked, trying to converse while waiting for your friend. You're so gonna kill her for being that late.

“She's right in front of me.” He breathed out, holding in his breath, waiting for a reaction from you. You gasped and looked around, just to make sure he really was talking about you.

“But-” Was all you manage to say. “(Y/F/N) ?” You guessed.

“I was going to ask you to go with me when I saw you with a rose yesterday.” He explained, staring at the floor and then, back at me. “She noticed and explained it was from her, and she said she'd stay home so I could- well, you know, come here with you.” His cheeks were redder and redder with every word that crossed his lips, and if he actually looked up from the ground, he'd see that yours were just as red as his.

His eyes finally left the floor to look at you and he pulled out a rose from his back. He handed you the flower and gave you a hopeful look.

“Will you go to prom with me ?”

It was a black rose, just like your tattoo.