Demons (hemmings au)

Four

The next morning at school goes by very quickly, and finally it is lunch time. I wait in line and pay for my tray of food before making my way out into the large cafeteria. Looking around I see Emma, Ashton, Calum, and Michael all at our regular table with a seat open beside Calum for me to occupy. As if sensing my gaze Calum himself looks up and gives me a grin, waving me over. I smile back but shake my head no lightly before looking to the corner table. 

There he is, sitting by himself in the same seat he has been filling for the past three weeks. All the seats around him are vacant, and he has his back leaned up against the table while turned and staring at the wall. As I slowly walk over I see that his Ray Bans are still on his face even though we are inside, his black skinny jeans have holes in the knees, and he is wearing a black t-shirt. 

I take in a deep breath as I get closer and closer to the table, trying to build up enough courage to sit with him. I finally decide to just go for it before I change my mind and place my tray down loudly across from him before taking a seat. He stays staring at the wall, but I can see that his body has turned ever so slightly so he can see me in his peripheral vision behind his sunglasses. 

“Hi,” I say cheerfully, trying to engage him in conversation. 

“You’re like a pest, you just don’t go away do you?” he asks quietly in a sarcastic tone. Well this is not the type of conversation I wanted to have. “I thought after our last talk you would realize I don’t want to be friends with you,” he mutters still not turned completely towards me. He has shifted slightly so I can see his side profile though, which is a start I guess. 

“I’m not asking you to be friends with me now am I?” I shoot back, a little angry. Although he’s been through a lot, that doesn’t mean he has to be an absolute jerk. I watch as his eyebrows go up in surprise due to my answer, obviously not expecting what I just said. 

“Well then what do you want Arielle?” Luke sighs, finally turning to face me all the way. Even though he is still wearing his Ray Bans his facial features take my breath away, he’s flawless. His skin is clear of any normal teenage acne, he has a small amount of blonde stubble appearing on his defined jaw bone, and his lips are a perfect pink color with the contrast of the black lip ring in the bottom. 

“Um, how are you today?” I ask. I wasn’t expecting to get this far with him, I hadn’t prepared what I was going to say to Luke if he decided to engage in conversation. Maybe I should just come out and ask him about his sister? Maybe not?

“Well right now I am currently being annoyed by a girl that does not want to be friends with me,” Luke chuckles dryly, giving me a sarcastic smirk as he puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his palms. 

“Why are you such a jerk, I’m just trying to be nice,” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. I feel like every time I’ve even tried to talk to him he has ended up insulting me. I can already tell if I want to be friends with Luke I am going to have to get tougher, I can’t want to burst out into tears from every snappy comment he makes towards me. 

“I didn’t ask you to be nice to me,” he simply shrugs in response before going quiet again. 

“Well you’re getting my niceness so deal with it,” I mutter fiercely, glaring at Luke. He looks a little taken aback by my answer, but doesn’t say anything in response just rubs his temples before putting his hands back down on the table. 

“Why don’t you eat lunch?” I ask after a few minutes of awkward silence as I look down and see that my tray of uneaten food is the only item occupying the table. 

“I’m not a fan of school lunch,” Luke says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders slightly. Well this is getting better, at least he is answering my questions now.