5 Seconds Of Summer Imagines

Green Glasses Pt.2 - Luke Hemmings

"Hey (Y/N)!" Darren shouted, an evil smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes, picking up your pace. You did not want to have to deal with him again, especially after what he did to Luke earlier. Your eyes widened as you felt him grab your elbow, roughly yanking you around to look at him.

"Don't ignore me," he growled, "I didn't appreciate what you did this morning."

You scowled, releasing your arm out his grasp. The empty halls made you nervous, you regretting your decision to stay lat and study. Snapping out of your worried daze, you glared at him coldly, "Well I didn't appreciate what you did to Luke earlier."

He smiled humorlessly, "What, that dork from this morning? Your can't be serious!"

"Actually I am," you shot back, turning to walk away. You sighed in frustration as you felt him grab your wrist, keeping you from leaving. "What do you want!?"

"You aren't talking to him anymore," he sneered, his lip curling in a snarl.

You tried to make him let go, utterly pissed, "What is your problem?!"

"My problem is that you're wasting your time on nerds like him when you can be with me." He spat, his expression livid.

 "Excuse you?!" You shouted, disgusted. "Did you hit your head during football practice 'cause I'd rather be dead then date the likes of you."

Suddenly, he shouted, his grip on your arm increasing to the point you knew it was going to bruise. "You shouldn't have done that!"

"Darren let go!" You shouted, fear washing over you. "That hurts!"

The pressure on your wrist disappeared soon after, a loud thud resounding around the empty halls.

"Don't touch her!" A familiar voice shouted, a sickening crack ringing only moments after.

Your jaw dropped as you saw Luke hovering over Darren with his fist up, knuckles slightly bloody. Darren, on the other hand, was clutching his jaw, a large swollen bruise forming on his chin.

Luke stood up a moment later, cradling his injured hand. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, stepping gingerly around the whining Darren. He may be the Quarterback on the football team, but he really was all talk. You reached out, grimacing as you examined Luke's bloody hand, "The real question is are you okay?"

He nodded, smiling slightly. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine." His smile quickly turned into a frown as he saw your wrist. It was an ugly bluish purple, swelling slightly. "Did he do that to you?"

You nodded, shrugging slightly, "Yea, I guess."

His eyes softened as he gently held your bruised wrist, pressing his lips against it gently.

You blushed as he pulled away, intertwining his good hand with yours, a large grin on his face. "Shall we be off?"

You shook your head, walking back up to Darren, "Just one more thing." You brought your foot up, crashing it down on his 'area'. Darren curled up, groaning in pain. You turned back to Luke, smiling in satisfaction. "I've always wanted to do that."

You giggled at Luke's expression, his eyes wide in horror, "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

You rolled your eyes, standing on your tip toes to kiss him on the cheek sweetly, "You could never get on my bad side Luke."