Hate/Luke Hemmings Fanfiction

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Ashton and I's relationship was not what you would call a normal friendship. Although we label ourselves as just friends, we hug, intertwine fingers, share clothes and cigarettes toether. I had trouble deciding if I would ever want to commit to being in a serious relationship with him; I did enjoy the few times we had kissed, and the times we spent together. I knew for a fact he was a beautiful human being, physically and mentally. I adored his curly brown hair, and the way it would loose its curl when it was dirty, and hang shaggy over his forehead. His hazel eyes were so unique, I loved looking at them. He was blessed with a naturally lean body that made my heart beat a little faster when exposed in the slightest way. The way he gave off a dangerous vibe attracted me to him; I had never experienced anyone like him and the newness of it was addicting. But it was his mind I admired the most; the things he said and things he thought mezmorized me. I enjoyed listening to him talk about anything, even if it was him explaining why Coke was better than Pepsi, or why Catcher in the Rye was his favorite book.

I sat on my bed, Tuesday afternoon, after school. I was feverishly trying to finish The Great Gatsby before Thursday, because I had an English essay due analyzing how the symbols in the novel highlight the theme of the book. I finally gave up on it; I was too far behind to be able to read and understand the book. I decided to look online for the answers I needed to write the paper. Luckily, my parents allowed me to use my laptop for school purposes only.

The first link that popped up on Google was an already written essay answering the exact prompt I was assigned. Skimming over it, I decided the essay sounded enough like me; I copy and pasted it to a blank document, added my name and printed it. Essay, done.

My excited smile faded once I realized I would have nothing to do now since I was grounded. I walked to the kitchen where my essay had printed and shoved it in my school bag when I made it to my room again. I plopped on my bed and let my mind wander, first to what I would wear tomorrow, then to Luke.

I wondered how Luke was doing, if he was getting the grades he wanted. I thought about him living on his own and how he never told me why he had his own apartment at 17. I envied him and wished I lived on my own; I wouldn't be grounded, in this situation if I had my own roof. 

Short memories flashed in my head; waking up, tangled with him on his couch after that party I don't remember much of, him making us cereal for breakfast, him telling me he liked me, me telling him I felt the same. 

I thought back to our recent encounter at school; rather negative talk we had. I left on bad terms and shivered at the memory.

My mind went back to the few good days I had with him. I meditated on the thought of being with Luke again; my heart fluttered and my cheeks flushed thinking of it. I shook my head, freeing myself from the memories I was drowning in, knowing it was far too late to fix the broken.

Luke's POV:

I knew she was drunk that night, but I didn't realize how drunk she really was. How could Taylor not remember that it was Ashton's house that first party I took her to was at? I was sure she'd been to his house by now; they seemed inseparable. Did she not realize it?

I knew who he was before all of this, and I know he knows who I am. I've been to multiple get togethers at his house, and his crowd merges with mine occasionally. Luckily, he caught my drift when I acted like I didn't know him for Taylor's sake; I do respect him for that.

What does Ashton have that I don't? Is he better looking than me?

There's something about "bad boys" that girls seem to always be attracted to; something I will never understand. I never look at girls wearing all black with a nose ring and think, "I want to bang her."