Sk8tr Boy (Luke Hemmings)

♠♥♣Chapter 1 ♠♥♣

{ayyyy again lol. Once again, dedicating this page of words involving Luke to @antoniamonia. Looooove you! Xxx. (+) i would suggest listening to: Promiscuous. I feel like it suits this situation perfectly ;)

(Carry on my wayward readers xx)

"Victoria.."

Luke's heart flipped at her soft voice, and he loved the way her lips moved when she said her name. He wanted to taste her name on his lips.

"Well Victoria..I'm Luke.." He greeted back. He savored every moment that the syllables of her name bounced off of his lips. He smirked at the feeling. Victoria chuckled softly. Luke noticed she wasn't the bit tipsy, barely taken a drunk from the glass he bought her.

He looked from the glass then back to her, breaking into a smile when she did. "Luke? That's a cool name.." She set her hands on her knees that were barely covered by the very edge of her green dress. Luke let his piercing blue eyes fall to them and admire her glossy, translucent nails. He bit his lip, fighting the image of those nails digging into his skin on his back.

"Uh, Luke?" He snapped back up and flashed her a smile, leaning in a little closer.

"Yeah doll face?"

She was already blushing, which Luke thought was the cutest, from catching him staring, and he blushed too, not wanting to come off as that kind of guy. When he called her that her cheeks burned even more, the constantly changing lights brought them out somehow. Luke wanted to kiss both of them so badly.

"Thank you. For the drink.." She said, rubbing her arm as she looked down, but then up at him through those long lashes. Luke felt a large lump in his throat he couldn't swallow. She was the definition of sexy and innocent. One long lock of red hair fell over her shoulder, and drifting his eyes down to her arms he saw her hands were put together, playing around with her fingers. Then he saw those legs. Oh, good lord those legs. They were toned and long, and crossed over each other as she sat on the stool.

The angelic giggle woke Luke up from his fantasy. "Luke are you ok?"

Running his tongue over his lip, to be sure he made her blush, he smiled at her again. "Yeah, I'm fine..You are just..wow.." He laughed breathlessly, allowing himself one more look at her. And there was that damn laugh again.

"I take that as a 'you're welcome'?"

She tilted her head slightly at him in question, raising one of her eyebrows. Luke suddenly began to sweat and rubbed the back of his neck. Shit, Hemmings, don't screw this up. Look at her, she's gorgeous. No! Don't look at her!

"Luuuuke?" She waved a hand in front of his face to get his attention. Luke blinked before smiling again.

"You aren't on drugs are you?" She asked, her hands fiddling with each other again. This would probably be a hell of a lot easier if he was on drugs.

"Oh, no love I'm not! I promise...you are just...god you are insanely pretty I'm sorry..." Luke sighed, running a hand through his hair, dragging the motion on, not wanting to face her adoring brown doe eyes. "You're just the cutest..." She sighed, making Luke feel his cheeks burn now. He smiled at the ground, dimples displayed proudly. After he bit his bottom lip, his eyes dropped and then slid over to the dance floor. He could practically taste the sweat already, and suddenly wanted a drink.

"Um, Victoria would you like to dance?" He asked, starting to build up his confidence again. He didnt mean to, but he stared when she bit pursed her lips together and bit the bottom.

"Oh geez, I-I can't dance, I'm sorry.."

That's when the Luke Hemmings smirk and charm kicked in.