Anonymous| lrh

04| "I've been lying to you, Jack is the better Hemmings."

I did what I did every weekday morning, turn onto Luke's street, wait an annoying amount of time for him to exit his house, and drive to school.

I've been staring at his front door for ten minutes now, he probably has twenty five texts and a missed call from me at this point.

I hate when he's this late, he knows what time I pick him up each morning and I let him know when I'm on my way, I swear he does this to get on my nerves.

The blond finally stumbles out of his house, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stepped into my car.

"Thanks for finally showing up," I grumbled, pulling a U-turn to get back onto the main road and out of Lukes quaint neighborhood.

My best friend sighed next to me, "are you mad?"

Yes, I am mad because this is the twentieth time you've been this late in the past few months and you know why I like getting to school early, "no."

"Yes you are, Charlie," he ran a hand through his messy hair, "you won't look at me, your jaw is clenched and you're driving with two hands. That means you're mad at me."

I glanced at Luke, he was staring at me, his eyebrow cocked and eyes blank, "I'm fine, Luke, really," I took a hand off the steering wheel and unclenched my jaw, quickly realizing I was doing exactly what I do when I'm upset.

"I'm sorry, I just woke up late, again," Luke explained, bowing his head,

I reassured him once again, not wanting Luke to think I was angrier than I was. I can never stay mad at Luke for too long, he always knows how to make me laugh the moment after he pisses me off.

"Jack says he misses you," he said. See?

Jack Hemmings; one of Luke's older brothers who I've been in love with since we were kids.

"Oooooh!" I squealed, instantly forgetting about how long Luke made me wait for him, "I love Jack, tell him I miss him."

"Okay I will, you fucking weirdo."

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I stared at the clock, ticking away above the doorway that everyone was dying to exit once the final bell rang. I, along with twenty something other students were stuck in Miss. Martin's sixth period government class. Miss. Martin; a lovely woman don't get me wrong but, she's a lovely woman who definitely should be retired by now. She doesn't really teach us much, she's usually on the phone with her son or literally asleep. But, when Miss. Martin does decide to teach us, it's just her talking about God knows what, usually getting distracted in the middle of her lecture. Everyone either does their homework from other classes or just sit on their phones.

I was attempting to read Columbine for my English class, but gave up after my teacher's light snores distracted me. We only had two more minutes until school was out for the day and I could not be more excited to leave.

Luke also had Miss. Martin, I think he had her the class before me but I'm not too sure about that. All I know is that she  falls asleep during his period too and he occasionally sends me zoomed in pictures of the poor teacher asleep.

I do tend to get most of my non-school related thinking done in the class, sitting in hereis like the equivalent to my strange shower thoughts. One thing that keeps crossing my mind is my conversation I had with Ashton earlier today;

"You know what, Charlie?" Ashton asked as we walked through the crowded hallway, a few girls staring at my friend as we passed by them.

"What?" I asked.