It should be simple... (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic)

it couldn't be, could it?

i didnt know how to respond to what luke had just said to me, so i stayed quiet. i didnt think he was expecting and answer either, but it did mean a lot to me what he said. it made me feel like he really cared. but at the same time it made me very anxious because he knows i'm hiding something and if he finds out it will ruin me and i cant even imagine what CeCe and Stan would say if the real me got out.

lukes p.o.v

i guess i knew she wouldnt have a responce to what i said but the silence was starting to bug me. thank god we reached Claires locker before it got really awkward. she unlocked her locker and i took in her features. this was only the second day i had known her so i figured it was time to admire her features.

her light brown hair cascaded perfectly around her thin face, her bright blue eyes twinkled when she smiled and her adorable freckles scattered perfectly over her nose and cheeks. i loved the way when she was consentrated both her lips went inside her mouth like the way tyler oakley takes instagram selfies. i cant believe i just compared claire to tyler oakley, claire cant be compared to anyone, but i know shes hiding something about herself, it sounds so stupid of me to say because ive only just known her for a little over a day, but still. this morning when she freaked out about me seeing all time low i felt like that was actually her but she tried to shake it off so quickly it was like she didnt want anyone to know she liked that band and same with in gym today. there was no way she made that basket and it was just a lucky shot, and everyone else in the class didnt look supprised at all. i just dont know why Claire would want to hide her taste in music and athletic ability.

"hello earth to luke" i snapped out of my thoughts and lookes up at claires hand waving infront of my face

"ya, sorry i zoned out an- you have a first aid kit in your locker?" 

"well yes and no, its like my emergancy kit you know? first aid stuff, makeup, tylonal, advil and uh some other things"

"oh ok" i said not exactly understamding what she meant by other stuff.

she then said something i didnt exptct her to say.

"ok come on im not cleaning up your face out here theres no water, we're gonna need to go into the bathroom"

"ah, um, o-ok i guess" i stammered unsure of what to do, i had never been in a girls bathroom before.

she laughed at my awkwardness and we walked into the bathroom. i saw a girl watching us walk in from the corner of my eye but i didnt think much of it. when we entered she sat me down on the sink and opened up her emergancy kit. she pulled put some poroxide a cloth a few bandages and some polysporn. she started working on my face and she looked really consentrated, it was pretty damn cute if you ask me, i looked through the contents of her open energancy box and i couldnt even pay attention because all i could pay attention to were these two bottles of pills, i could tell they were supposed to be out of sight so i tried to make my stare not so obvious. i reconized them after a minute or two as the same pills my mom had to take a few years back when she was going through a tough time. they were anxiety pills and anti deppresents. was Claire depressed? and did she have to take anciety pills? i decided instead of just asking myself i would ask her.

"hey claire, what are those" i asked pointing to the pills. her face instantly went white and she looked petrified. she scrambled to cover them up and stutteres out

"n-n-nothing, i-its not imp-p-portant"  i felt so bad, she was so embarrased. i just nodded and decided it would be best to just let it go. but something else caught my eye. with the angle her arm was on whilst she tried to clean up a cut on my forehead i caught a glimps of something. something i really shouldn't have seen. scars on her wrist. but not just ordinary scars you get as a child if you fall off a bike they were self harm scars. i know what scars by knife look like. i accedentaly cut my hand with one when i was 10 and i have a scar from it. i wanted to cry. she couldnt have done this to herself, could she have? i wanted to tell myself that they were old and she probably stopped but i couldnt. i knew in my heart there was something wrong with her, and this has just confirmed it. everything was starting to fall together now. hiding her taste in music and athletic ability, dating someone she didnt actually love, the pills, the scars. there was something seriously wrong with her home life. she needs help, i need to help her. but i need to find out more about her first.

*authers note, things are starting to happen!! what do you think so far? im actually really excited to write the next chapter, i really hope you guys like it*