Demons (hemmings au)

Thirteen

“Miss Howell, what are you doing out here in the parking lot during school hours?” I hear a stern voice ask from behind me. I hadn’t realized I was still standing in the middle of the road staring after the shadow that had been Luke, tears falling from my eyes. 

“Ugh, sorry sir, I just uh forgot my assignment in my car,” I stammer, fitfully wiping the tears away from my face as I turn to face my psychology teacher. 

“Well hurry up and get back to class so I don’t have to write you up for skipping,” he answers, “here, I’ll write you a note,” he continues softly, seeing my distraught face. 

I nod my head, not trusting my voice at the moment, and slowly follow him back into the building. I should have just left school when I had the chance, but there’s nothing I can do and I can’t miss another day. I shouldn’t be here going to class though while Luke is out there going through a large range of emotions. I need to make sure he is okay. 

“Are you okay?” Emma asks as  walk into biology and take my seat. I just turn and stare at her, I mean I know she didn’t understand what was going on but she had to notice the effect Ashton’s words had on Luke. “Is Luke okay, did you talk to him?” she continues whispering after she realizes I’m not going to answer her first question. 

“I don’t know, I don’t know what to do,” I murmur, rubbing my hands over my face before putting my head down on my desk. 

“Well why don’t you text him or something?” Emma suggests, still oblivious to just how much meaning the questions Ashton asked Luke had. 

I shoot up, I totally forgot I now have Luke’s phone number. I glance towards the front of the class to see that the teacher is fully engrossed in his lecture before pulling out my phone and setting it in my lap. 

Me: Luke please talk to me.

I wait approximately thirty seconds for a reply before typing out another message. 

Me: Please Luke, at least let me know that you’re okay. I’m so sorry Ashton said that, he had no right to. 

Again I wait for about a minute and when I get no reply I start sending numerous texts at one time. I know I may be a little excessive, and if Luke ever does talk to me again he will definitely delete his number from my phone but I just need to know he’s okay. 

I text him about twenty-five times in total before realizing he just isn’t going to reply so I sadly put my phone back in my pocket, turning to face the teacher. 

“I’m sure he’s okay,” Emma says, trying to comfort me. I don’t even turn to look at her. Yeah she knows something is wrong, but what she doesn’t understand is the fact that her boyfriend is the cause of Luke’s sudden change in behavior. She doesn’t know about Luke’s past so there is no way she can fully understand what’s happening. 

When the bell rings I hurriedly leave the class so as to skip more questions from Emma and make my way to my next class. As I walk from class to class in a daze I can’t help but picture Luke in a wreck or something on his motorcycle. There is no way he would make it if that thing were to get into a wreck. 

Finally, the final bell rings and I quickly run to my car so I can go home. To my surprise there is another person at my car. Michael. 

“Um hey, what’re you doing?” I ask skeptically, looking as Michael leans up against the driver side door so I can’t get in. 

“Well I came out here to tell you that tomorrow I’m coming over to your house so we can dye my hair,” Michael starts, giving me a smirk. 

“Wait, don’t we have school tomorrow?” I wonder aloud, I didn’t really worry about the other part of Mikey’s statement because he almost always asks for my help with dying his hair.