Sk8tr Boy (Luke Hemmings)

Prologue

(A/N: I NEED TO STAHP WITH THESE NEW IDEAS, HELL THIS ONES PROBLY BEEN DONE ALREADY)

{Prologue cuz i don't know wtf I'm doing}

He spotted her with dark blue eyes, eyeing the tight green dress she was wearing. Damn was she fit. He bit his lip, the cold metal of his bottom lip ring hitting his upper lip. The taste of metal sat in his mouth. He glanced at the ashtray on his side of the bar and picked up the half smoked cigarette, placing it in between his lips.

The girls smile could've lit up the whole room, he thought. If it weren't for the constant flashing of different colored lights in the club, he knew her smile would light up the place. It was so warm and genuine, as well as innocent.

Luke smirked as he took a drag, blowing out the smoke, and watching it billow around his view of her leaning on the railing. Oh, the things he could do to that tight, taut and fit body. He watched her for awhile before turning back around to set the cigarette back in it's ashtray. When he turned back around she had moved from her spot and closer to him, a few chairs away from his seat on the bar. This was his chance!

He winked at the bartender to get her attention, and she made a quick drink for him. He gestured over to the girl who just sat down, and who'd hed been eyeballing ever since he laid eyes on her. The bartender nodded and took the drink over to her, Luke's eyes on the girl the whole time. He bit his bottom lip once more, the girl looked at the blonde bartender in question. She answered in a smirk and winked at Luke. He winked back as she sauntered off, then flicked his eyes back to the girl. He raised his eyebrows once at her, a small smirk on his lips, making sure to give her a show of his dimples.

Luke never felt anything like he did when the red headed girl he'd had his eyes on all night, giggled and covered her mouth with her hands that were painted glossy and perfect. He smiled at her, making her smile back and look down at her drink.

Luke smiled in triumph, now facing right on his chair. He could defintely get used to listening to her light-up-the-room smile and amazing laugh that came afterwards.

Not even nervous, Luke sat up and extinguished his cigarette before standing up, cracking his neck, then his knuckles with a groan. He looked back over at the girl who was now talking to her friend. He had to smirk confidently, stuffing his hands in his skinny jean pockets as he made his way to her, her long, red hair that grazed her shoulders and covered the straps of her dress coming closer into view. This girl was definitely worth his time talking to, that he knew.