Cluke: A Headcannon Fanfic

Meeting Luke

CHAPTER TWO: MEETING LUKE   

        "Now class, let's all give a warm welcome to our new student, Luke Hemmings." Mr. Brian's face contorted into a sort of sick, twisted grimace that he apparently considered to be a smile. He turned to Luke and patted his back and told him to go sit in the open seat in the back, "...next to Claire. She's nice." At that, Claire had to stifle a snort. She was anything but nice, especially to strangers. Especially teenage boys that were strangers. 

        Luke uncomfortably waded his way through the desks. He could feel all the eyes looking at him, staring, boring into his skull, reading his thoughts. Well, not really, but it felt like it. Earlier that morning, Luke had painstakingly gone through his closet, determined to find an outfit that would create the first impression he wanted. He wanted to look cute in case there were any cute girls, he wanted to look nice so the teachers would think he was a good student, and he wanted to look laid-back and chill to make friends with the guys. He showered and gelled his hair up into the classic spike in front that was the trend at the moment. 

        "Here." The girl Mr. Brian had pointed at was clearing her stuff off of the desk next to her. "Sit here." She had the kind of voice that suggested that she wasn't someone you wanted to argue with. At the same time, her voice held a hint of sensitivity, and he knew that once you got past the hard shell, she would be a kind, understanding person that you knew you could trust with anything. "Are you going to sit or not?" Her voice snapped him out of his semi-trance. She pointed to the chair. "If you're waiting for me to pull the chair out for you like your old, private Australian school, you're gonna be there a looooong time." He could tell that her sense of humor was a bit cynical, and while funny, a bit offensive. He quickly sat down before she had a chance to unleash her sharp tongue again. 

        While Mr. Brian rambled on, Luke kept stealing glances at Claire. Although most people probably considered her flyaway curly brown hair to not be very pretty, he thought it was beautiful. It fit her. He could already tell that she was like a hurricane, wild, vicious, tearing through everything in her way, with a small safe spot. If only he could make it into the eye of the storm that was Claire... And her eyes! Those eyes were like pools of chocolate. One could delve into those pools and not come out for hours. Her eyes were epitome of the saying that "they eyes are the window to your soul." They showed the mischievous glint of trouble, and the sad, compassionate part. 

        "Whatchu lookin at?" Claire's eyes flashed dangerously. "You gotta problem?"

        "N-no. Sorry." Luke mumbled, his face redder than Ron Weasley's hair. 

        "Good." She bent her head back down, scribbling something onto the paper in front of her, her pencil flying back and forth so fast it was hard to see it. He wondered what was going on in that pretty little head, and if she was putting her thoughts down on paper. 

        "... and that concludes our lesson for today. Gather your bags. Class is dismissed." Mr. Brian had to shout to be heard over the sudden shuffle of papers and murmur of voices. Quickly, Luke stuffed his paper into his bag and walked out of the room, into the hallway, checking his schedule as he went. Math, room 104, Mrs. Rey. Darn it. Math was his least favorite class. He was told he was good at it, but that didn't make him like it any better. He glanced at the room numbers, hurrying off down the hall in search of room 104. One thing was certain. Luke hoped Claire was in his math class, and in every other class he had.