break the heartbreaker : luke

dream

i turn my laptop on, completely disregarding my history book in my backpack which holds 20 pages i have yet to review.

i just got home and i decided to look into the social media accounts of luke, and to google him.

i'm not some kind of stalker. i just want to know exactly who i'm dealing with, to help me think of ways on how to set this plan to action.

i open the instagram website and search his username. a simple @lukehemmings. i click on his profile and see that he has more than three thousand followers and he only follows a hundred people. this guy really feels his fame.

i scroll down on his posts, thankful that he isn't on private.

most posts are of him in parties and in clubs, as well as pictures from his basketball games. there are zero posts of him with a girl despite the number of girls he's been with.

next, i head on over to the twitter website and yet again find him using the username @lukehemmings. he has a total of 4,523 followers and only follows 215 people. luke's also well-known in other schools, which is why thousands of people follow him.

i scroll down through his tweets, and all he ever tweets about are:

1) inviting people to watch his basketball games.
2) nba basketball games.
3) pictures of him at parties and basketball games.

seriously, parties and basketball seem to be the only thing this dude cares about.

i then proceed to facebook. his name on facebook includes his second name, so it's luke robert hemmings.

it turns out that we're already friends, thankfully, and i don't have to send him a friend request to see his private posts.

yes, as expected, more pictures at parties and more pictures at basketball games. i giggle when i see that all he ever shares are videos of puppies.

i shut my laptop down, disappointed that i found zero information about him, despite the fact that he goes to a million parties and plays basketball.

39 DAYS BEFORE PROM

holy shit. i just woke up and realized that i fell asleep last night and completely did not study for my history test today.

well, i guess i'm fucked with that one.

i turn my phone on and see that i have two unread messages, both from luke.

fr: luke

good morning! i'm picking you up today & i won't take no for answer ;-)

next message:

haha wait what was your address again?

i groan. this dude just really won't lay off on girls, huh? what he wants, he gets and he works damn hard to get what he wants. then afterwards, he leaves the girls like they were nothing.

and "i won't take no for an answer"? that's hella forceful.

i have to give in to his request, though, so i type my address in and hit send.

i get up from bed, take a shower and dress up. i eat a bowl of my usual cheerios and brushed my teeth once i was done. just as i had finished, i hear a honk coming from outside.

"showtime." i mutter to myself.

i get out of the apartment and lock the front door, then begin to walk toward luke's shiny mercedes, bracing myself for whatever's about to happen once i step foot near him.

he gets out from the driver's seat and rushes over to the passenger's door, opening it for me.

"morning." he says as she shoots me an award-winning smile.

"thanks." was all i said as he closes my door.

damn it, i'm supposed to be sweet to him, aren't i? how the heck am i supposed to be sweet to someone i hate?

as he gets in, i say a silent prayer that hopefully, we won't pass by anyone i know because they'll see me immediately since luke's car is roofless.

"seatbelt please." he reminds, and i wear the seatbelt.

"had a nice sleep?" he asks me as he begins to drive.

"yup," i answer, "you?"

this is going good so far. normal, i think?

"oh, i slept well. i even had a dream." he says, smiling to himself.

"what did you dream about?" i ask him, pretending to sound interested.

"for starters, you were in it." he says, and i see him smirk.

alright, not good. i know where this is headed.

"and?" i say, bracing myself.

"you were on my bed." he says, then begins to put his lip ring in between his teeth.

i wonder how many times he's said this same dream to other girls.

"and?" i ask again.

"you were naked and screaming my name." as he finishes, we reach a stoplight and he looks at me with a smirk on his face.

"you're not getting in my pants, luke." i tell him in response.

i need to make this guy fall in love with me, not fuck him.

"keep saying that, princess." he chuckles.

"i doubt that." i answer.

"baby, i get what i want," he says, his eyes getting darker by the second, "and as of now, i want you."

"as of now?" i scoff, "so tomorrow, there may be a chance you won't anymore?"

"why are you even worrying about that? in case you didn't know, numerous girls line up for me and i never even look their way," he says then licks his lips, "yet here you are, in my car. i'm simply asking for me to fuck you and you're not giving in."

"don't get me wrong, i strongly value consent. if you don't wanna do it, that's fine," he continues, "but to be honest, i find it a bit strange that you're able to resist my charm."

can this dude even hear himself?

"i'm not like the rest of those girls you're talking about, luke." i say calmly.

deep down, i wanna punch his balls.

"in less than three days, i bet that you'll be all over me." he says. how cocky.

"you really are something else." i say as i shake my head sideways.

"baby, i'm luke hemmings." he says as he begins to rev his engine as the red light countdown shows 3 seconds.

"there's nobody else like me." he finishes, the red light turns green, then he steps on the gas.

i hope his car hits something.

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we finally gettin some luda action teehee

- au