Let me start of by saying I was definitely not one of the cool kids at school. I'm not saying I was bullied or anything, but, well, I just wasn't popular. And I was completely fine with it. I was a music geek. I was that kid that spends lunch in the music room. And not alone either. I had loads of other musical geeky friends, my closest being Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin. Lunch was the best part of my day because I'd just get to sing and play guitar and have a laugh with my friends. I was happy.
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*Beep beep beep*
My alarm went off. I slammed my hand down on it and it shut up. I groaned at the thought of getting up. Why do Mondays exist? Why aren't they called like fundays or something and instead of going to work or school you just get to eat ice cream and cuddle whoever you want and watch series after series of whatever you want. If I ever rule the world I'm making that happen. Okay, I was getting sidetracked.
"Luke, up, now" I told myself.
I rolled over to what I thought was the other side if the bed but I ended up landing on the floor with a thump. God, why am I so smooth? I got up sighing. What a great start to the day. Not.
I quickly went and had a shower. I dried myself off and pulled on some black skinny jeans, a nirvana tee and my black vans. I quickly towel dried my hair and ran my fingers through it, making it do the quiff thing, and then spraying it with hairspray. I briefly glanced at my reflection. Not great, but does anyone look good on a Monday? I think not.
I ran downstairs,grabbing an apple for breakfast, kissing my mum on the cheek, grabbing my keys and running out the door. I checked my watch. 8 minutes until my first class. 15 minute drive to school. I vowed to myself to get up earlier tomorrow instead of laying in bed considering an alternate name for Tuesdays.
I pulled into the school parking lot 5 minutes after my class had started. (I may have drove a little faster than usual). I hopped out of the car and sprinted into the school, running to my locker to get my things for my first class which was history. I was in such a hurry I didn't notice the little envelope sticking out from between two books...
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The Secret Admirer
FanfictionHi, my name is Luke Hemmings and this is my ridiculously cliché love story...