$3.49 ♦ luke hemmings au

Chapter 9: Asking

(Kristine’s POV)

Oh shit.

Today was the day I'm asking Luke out.

Was it weird for me to ask a guy out? Or was I being sexist to myself? I DON’T KNOW!

I put on my planned outfit (dark skinny jeans, cream peplum top) and I straightened my hair. I wanted to look nice but not over do anything. I was really nervous. I normally didn’t have boyfriends, I had only a few in high school but none of them lasted more than 6 months. Jason lasted the longest (10 months) but I wasn’t happy dating him. I hope that Luke would last longer.

I took a deep breath and grabbed my books and headed out the door.

(Luke’s POV)

So I’m kind of freaking out. I’ve changed shirts three times. I pretty sure she likes my flannel, but maybe I should wear that black sweater that she first saw me in. Does it matter? I don’t know. I decided on my black sweater, and I checked my hair in the mirror for the fourth time. There was one piece that refused to stay put. She probably wouldn’t notice.

I practiced what I would say in my head one more time. It was useless, I knew once I saw her I’d forget what to say. I would probably end up puking all over the floor.

Help me.

♦♦♦♦

(Kristine’s POV)

I walked into the classroom. Mr. Wilson was preparing for class. I looked in the corner and I saw Luke. He had on his black sweater and black skinny jeans. He had earbuds in and his fists were tucked into his sleeves. He stared straight ahead and didn’t blink. He had a new book open in front of him. He clearly wasn’t reading it though.

I walked up and sat down in front of him. He ripped the earbuds out of his ears and sat up straight. Guess he was as nervous and I was. Luke struggled with turning off the music. After flustering with his music he shoved his phone in his pocket and looked at me.

“Hey,” we both said at the same time.

“You first,” he said politely.

“Okay-”

“Class is starting! To your seats,” Mr. Wilson cut me off.

“Be back soon,” I whispered as I retreated to my seat.

(Luke’s POV)

Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

Kristine looked really pretty. I liked her hair, it looked shiny and more straight than normal. I closed my book and pretended to listen to whatever Mr. Wilson was saying.

I couldn’t concentrate. In less than 20 minutes I will ask Kristine out on a proper date. My heart was racing. I shouldn’t have worn this sweater, it was really hot in here. A band tee would’ve worked just fine. Sweaters are hot. Sweaters are for winter. I guess it’s kind of winter. Is mid october winter? Can I open this big window? It looks nice and cold outside.

I’m so nervous.

Mr. Wilson called work time and Kris walked over.

I loved her hair today. She was really pretty.

(Kristine’s POV)

Luke looked nervous. So was I. I sat down and pulled out our project, but I didn’t open the notebook.

“So… Hey, Luke. I need to tell you something.”

“Me too!” he blurted.

“Okay, so I was thinking all yesterday, about everything that’s happened between us and I decided that-”

“Kristine will you go out with me!?” Luke half shouted.

I was taken aback and couldn’t react right away.

Did he say what I thought he said? Did he?

“I really really really like you Kristine and I want to take you on a nice date. Like maybe to the Chanhassen Dinner Theater. I don’t know, I’m sorry! What were you saying,” he rambled.

I just started laughing. I couldn’t help it. THIS IS WHAT I WANTED.

I tried to say yes but I couldn’t, I was so happy!

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. God, now everything is messed up and I don’t know. You’ll probably never-”

I cut him off by leaning across the desk and kissing him hard.

(Luke’s POV)

Wait, what?

Kristine is kissing me. For a second I was stunned and didn’t realize what was happening. So me being me, just sat there without moving. I finally realized what was going on and kissed her back. It was everything that I had expected it to be and more. I had only kissed one or two girls before back in highschool, so this almost felt like my first real kiss. Our lips seemed to fit perfectly, just like they were made for eachother. Cliche I know, but then again, wasn’t all of this pretty cliche?

It had probably been 5 seconds, but it had felt like forever, when I heard a loud cough from the front of the room. Oh yeah, I kinda had forgot we were in class.

“Mr. Hemmings, Miss Paquette, could you please save this for after class is over?” Mr. Wilson asked as I could almost see a small smirk on his face.

I cleared my throat very loudly, “Right, um sorry sir.” I could see the rest of the class looking at us with amused faces, and I was almost positive that mine was as red as a tomato.

Kris sank down in her seat and looked at me.

“Back to work, show is over,” Mr. Wilson said laughing.

Everyone went back to work. Kristine and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. We tried to keep it quiet as to not disrupt class again.

After a couple minutes we recovered.

“Um, okay. So I can text you about our um, date later,” I suggested.

“Sure. So, we have a project that needs to be worked on.”

We didn’t get a lot of work done. We wrote a scene, but we spent most of the class time talking.

“Wait, so you were actually planning on asking me out before I interrupted you?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’s why I dressed up a bit. I had my whole outfit planned and everything,” she laughed.

“Well, you look lovely. I changed shirts three times today. I was so nervous!”

“Me too. I thought I was going to pass out when I walked into class and saw you.”

“So is that why you were awkward at the cafe last night, because you were going to ask me?” I asked her.

“Well I could say the same to you, Lucas…”

I scrunched my nose at the mention of Lucas.

“... but yes, that’s why I was acting really strange and didn’t stay long.”

I smiled at her. I couldn’t wait for our date. I bought tickets to Hairspray at the Chanhassen Dinner Theater last night. I was worried because if she didn’t say yes I would have had to take my mom. It would’ve been weird to take Ashton or Calum. The play was tomorrow evening.

♦♦♦♦

I just finished getting ready for bed. I picked up my phone and texted Kristine.

“Hey, I could pick you up tomorrow night at 5:30.”

“Sure- dinner theater right”

“yeah, play is at 6:15” I replied.

“Cool - what are we seeing”

“ITS A SECRET!!!!!!”

“lol okay - text ya tomorrow”

“Goodnight Kris”

“Night Lukey--”