Face Down.♡ (Luke Hemmings)

Summer.

Chapter 21.

"Summer" -Calvin Harris.

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''I officially hate Luke Hemmings.'' I mumbled to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The doorbell just rang, signaling that my 'boyfriend' is here.

I threw another look at myself, shaking my head slightly. I was wearing a dark blue Led Zeppelin tank top that was tucked into a black skirt that reached just above my knees. I put on some dark leggings too, along with pair of leather boots and same leather jacket. My make-up consisted of some foundation, mascara with an eyeliner and red lip gloss. My red hair was let loose, hanging around my shoulders as I had put only some black studs in my ears and those dingly bracelets.

It wasn't really that much out of my usual appearance, I was glad that everything was dark because that's how I like it, but I never usually wear skirts or that much make-up, which left me a little... confused about all of this.

I headed towards the door, stuffing my phone in my bra, shouting a loud 'coming' because he was basically raping my doorbell.

''Jesus, could you get any sl-'' Luke was complaining, but stopped when I swung the door open, glaring up at him. He gulped, his eyes literally undressing me as he scanned my body.

I clicked my fingers in front of his face, bringing him back from the daze he was in. ''Uhh...'' he trailed, as if forgetting why he was here.

''Come on, you've got a show do to, remember?'' I rolled my eyes, stomping towards his car as he rushed after me. I waited for him to unlock the car, quickly jumping inside, him following seconds later.

''Um.''

I looked at him, not helping myself as my eyes flickered to what he was wearing.  Plain black tee with a navy plaid above, and a necklace dangling down his chest paired with a pair of dark skinny jeans with holes on the knees and some completely black converse to go with. His blond hair was pulled in a neat quiff, making me think about how tall this guy actually is. The lip ring dangled on his bottom lip as he took it in between his teeth.

''Luke, drive, go. We'll be late.'' I snapped, getting some mumbles from him as he hit the gas pedal, starting to drive to our destination. I rolled the window down, extending my head through the window, feeling the gush of wind send it flying after me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the wind in my face before I was pulled by my hand inside the car. I frowned at the boy beside me.

''What is it, Luke?''

He had his eyes narrowed at me, a scowl resting on his face as the creases appeared on his forehead and between his eyebrows. ''You would've fucking got hit if I didn't pull you in. Don't do that, dammit. ''

I crossed my arms on my chest, mimicking his expression. ''What if I want to?''

Luke huffed, obviously annoyed with me. ''Then fucking get out of my car.''

''I will. Stop, now.'' I demanded, him looking at me as I had gone mad.

''No, Hazel. '' he said firmly.

''Why not? I'm obviously getting on your nerves, so why the hell not?'' I hissed, throwing my hands up in frustration.

Luke's hands gripped the steering wheel harder, gritting his teeth as his blue eyes stayed narrowed in pure anger and hatred. Along with a great annoyance.

''Hazel, we're supposed to act like a couple. A real one. So stop acting like a complete bitch for two seconds, would ya?'' he told me, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up a little.