Limited || Luke, Hemmings.

05

• Luke •

I walk to school slowly, each step I take becoming a bit slower. As I inch towards the large tree, at school-our usual hang out, no one is there. I lean against the tree, letting the wind fill my senses, and clear my mind. The walk is long, but in it I feel free and out in the open, in it I feel at ease.

"Hey, Luke," Ashton walks quickly up to me. He presses a button on his key chain-locking his truck I assume. "Is it a C-day?" He asks and I shake my head.

"No it's an A-day," I look up at him blankly and he nods, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Fuck, I have English," He groans and I smirk.

"What's wrong with English?" He scratches the back of his neck.

"You know I suck at it," He huffs. Soon the rest of our group arrives, in our dark apparel we look like real badasses.

I light a cigarette, as the rest of our group chats mindlessly, endlessly-frankly I could give a shit less what they have to say, so I don't listen. I take long drags, my needs being met in five quick minutes, as I flick the butt out of my fingertips the bell rings. We all part, I head for back building-Math. Math goes okay, Mrs.Gerrmer is still a bitch, but it was okay. English is a little less okay. Miss Blair Cook just happens to aid the teacher today.

"Oh darling, do you need some help?" She purrs, a bitchy attitude intact. I feel bad about the other day but I'm like that with everyone. I look down at the book I'm reading, The Great Gatsby. Why would I need help reading for fucksake?

"Not from you," I sneer, and she smirks, leaning down so I catch a glimpse of her cleavage. My eyes travel down to look at what else is clinging to that beautiful body and gasp-holy hell. Today she decided to wear a skirt-a short one, signature black suspenders intact, along with sheer black stockings that go up her lengthy thighs. Black high-top Converse cover her feet, and she's wearing those sexy, nerdy glasses.

"Whatcha looking at?" She questions, beaming. She looks stunning.

"Not you," I scoff and wonder why I have such a vile attitude.

"Honey please," she puts a hand up. "Your such a idiot, try being nice, asshole." She walks toward the teacher, grabbing a stack of papers and sitting at an empty desk. I don't have it in me to apologize-it's not me. So I sit watching her grade our papers. She really is beautiful, full, gigantic, mesmerizing blue eyes, long legs, a pretty, pale face, which is framed by long silky dark hair, did I mention those eye trapping hips?

Walking towards the lunch room, I don't take a second glance behind me as I go. But when I reach my lunch table, my friends are talking to Blair-laughing with her. Even Ashton. She's sitting right next to him, and he's talking directly to her. I could care less about the other worthless-fucks at my table but for some reason when I see her and Ashton, anger courses through my entirety. I take a seat, sandwiching Blair between Ash and myself.

"Hi hon," she hums putting an arm around me, it's obvious she wants to play. I can play too.

"Hey babe," I kiss her cheek, but don't know why. She doesn't seem fazed and continues a conversation with Ashton.

"You guys, I should really get back to Mikey," She sighs and everyone groans. Why do they like her so much? They don't groan when I leave..

"Tell him to sit with us," I find myself saying, despite my metal battle.

"Ok darling," She smiles, a hidden humor in her eyes.

She comes back, a little later with the pink haired boy. He doesn't talk as he sits, right across from Blair. She takes back her original seat, bumping me with her ass, as she sits. I flashback to her bare ass in the air and laugh, she looks at me and I move the hair from around her ear.

"I was just remembering last Thursday ," I whisper in her ear and she smiles, but doesn't blush. Any normal girl would be embarrassed by a stranger seeing them naked-in wilderness, but not Blair.

"That was fun," She laughs along with me. "Especially when you took off your clothes," She, tastefully whispers right back and I blush. Fuck!

"Yeah," I cough and she giggles, it's a lovely sound but I mustn't let her know that.

"Hey Mikey, uh, are you staying the night?" She looks across the table biting her lip, and he nods. Are they dating? I wonder, and it's maddening not to know.The plump pink lip between her teeth has me almost panting, I quickly look away, luckily not meeting her gaze. She continues to talk to Ashton and all the others about various subjects. I listen intently, all past anger banished, she's nice, she's hot, I mentally shrug, I'll give her a chance. I'm not that terrible.

• Blair •

"Alright Ash, I'll see you later," I smile walking towards my car, Mikey following suit.

"Thanks for helping me with the English," He shyly smiles, waving. I nod my head, waving back. The poor boy, I think he has minor dyslexia.

I drive swiftly out of the parking lot, the car consuming me, each shift, each turn, filling me with pure bliss.

Once we reach the house my mother greets us immediately.

"Michael, are you staying again honey?" He nods his head and he smiles, she pats his back walking towards her study.

"Still got the hots for my mom eh?" I nudge him and he shrugs. Ever since we were little he's always had a crush on her. I used to get jealous, I wondered why he didn't like me. But we were around ten, so I was just a little tom-boy with a flat chest and chubby cheeks. Now I know he thinks I'm sexy.

"Lets get high," he motions towards my room and I smirk.

"After you," I nod my head up the stairs and he quickly walks up them. Michael is always ready for some weed-stoner.

I pull out my favorite blue-green pipe, setting it on my dresser. I take a baggie out from the top drawer, pulling out two good sized buds and grinding them between my fingers. I pack the pipe rapidly, putting in a bit extra, and passing it to Mikey.

"Do the honors?"

"Oh I wouldn't mind," he smiles mischievously grabbing my red lighter and igniting the flame. Smoke fills the room and his pale face turns red, as he coughs. He opens his mouth, white smoke running from it and he continues coughing, passing me the pipe. I take a hit, a burning steam filling my lungs, the familiar burn leaving me reeling. I release the smoke from my lungs, coughs wracking through my body.

We smoke some more, then some more. I lie my head in his lap, and he plays with my hair as we talk. We talk about everything. From Ashton's dyslexic case, to Luke's weird change in attitude, to how much of assholes Mikey's parents are. We talk about how we feel about the most strange, and most random things and I love it.

(A/N: Alright guys, so how is it? Lemme know whatcha think. Please feel free to message me any advice-I'd love to hear it.)