deluded; pictures and memories
b l a k e
I step outside, and my body is engulfed in the not so wintery air of the Australian winter. I have my ear buds in, the soft sounds of Alec Benjamin drowning out the sound of the cars passing as I make my way to school.
Calum still hasn't gotten his flat tire fixed, so he's still using my car, therefore I don't have a ride to school. Well, Luke could always take me, but to be honest, I'd rather walk the two miles to school everyday than have to sit in a car with him after what he said.
It's been about a week and a half since I've said anything to the blond. I don't exactly know what I'm supposed to say. I mean, I could come up with some lame ass insult, but after what he said to me, I can't think of anything that would even come close to hurting him as much as he hurt me that night.
Michael has tried to talk to me about it, telling me that it was the alcohol talking that night, but I always find a way to change the subject. I don't care how fucked up you are, you don't say those type of things to someone, especially when you know how much it hurts them.
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A good half an hour later I'm walking into my home room, the sound of my high heels clicking against the floor. I'm late of course. I've been late everyday since I've stared walking, mainly due to me not wanting to get up early enough for me to walk to school on time. Not to mention the fact that I choose to wear heals most of the time, so I can't exactly speed walk if you know what I mean.
"Late again I see, Miss. Hood."
I sigh as I take my seat, trying to ignore the stares from the other students, and my teacher. Once I'm sat down, I look up at Mr. Johnson.
He's young for being a teacher, probably around the same age as my brother. With his dark curly hair, and his bright blue eyes, he's actually pretty attractive. However, dispite how young and attractive he is, he's still my teacher.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I promise it won't happen again." I mutter, pulling my homework from last night out. I know it's a lie, but I haven't gotten in trouble yet, so I guess I'm going to see how long I can roll with it.
"Okay class, please pull out your assignments." Mr. Johnson says with once last brief glance my way.
The next few hours go by in a blur, the school day ending before I know it. I make my way over to my locker, sighing once I reach it. My fingers graze against the lock, twisting the dial to the numbers that will free my stuff from inside. I know the movements like the back of my hand, being as the code is the six digit date that once meant everything to me. Once I hear the click, I lift up on the latch, the metal door squeaking as I open it.
My hand reaches inside as I grab my jacket. My eyes fall on the few pictures that I have tapped up to the inside of the door, my finger grazing over each of them.
The first picture I see is me and Calum, and a smile forms on my face. It was taken a quite a few years back. My hair was much shorter, and his was much longer, his dark hair almost covering his eyes. Where as now it's pretty much a buzzcut, which I think really suits him actually.
The next picture is of me and my parents on the day they moved. You can tell that none of us are really happy in the photo by the way our eyes glitter with tears. I can never look at this picture for too long, a lump in my throat already forming.
My eyes scan to the last picture, and a wave of mixed emotions flood through me. The photo was taken about four and a half, to five years ago. I see me, lifted into the air with a massive smile on my face. I was thirteen or fourteen at the time, and I was still completely oblivious to all the hate that the word had. I see the beautiful color of the sky caused by the sunset. I see Ashton in the corner of the picture, a cigarette in his hand as he tries to avoid being in the camera's sight, which caused a small, breathy laugh to escape my lips. However, the thing that stands out the most is the person lifting me, fore he is the most beautiful thing about the whole picture. I see Luke, with his blond hair tucked neatly into a beanie, and a smile on his face that would make anyone stop and stare. The boy is lifting me with ease, even though right before the picture was taken, I had told him that I bet he couldn't. This is still one of the best days of my life, the happy memories of it overriding the hurtful memories that started to occur not soon after.
With one final glance I shut my locker and make my way out of the school, preparing myself for the long walk back home.
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The whole way home I couldn't get the picture, or the memories that came along with it, out of my head. Camila always asked why I kept it, let alone kept it in my school locker where I was forced to see it five days out of the week for most of the year. I never knew how to answer her question, because I didn't really know the answer. I guess it comes down to the memories, but it always may have something to do with hope, and the fact that I don't really want to give up on the friendship that we once shared. I know it's gone, but is it really that bad of me to have some hope that things were different? That maybe, just maybe, one day I'll have my best friend back?
I'm pulled from my thoughts as I see my house, and the few people outside of it. My ears perk up as I hear them talking softly among themselves.
"You have to talk to her, other wise this isn't going to work, Luke. You have to get your head out of your ass, and apologize to her." Michael speaks to the blond, his tone a little off, making it hard to understand what he means.
I assume he means the living situation, or Luke's and Calum's friendship. I don't think too much of it as I walk up the few steps and push my way past them, making my way into the house. Once they saw me their conversation was cut short, but the second I closed the door I heard the muffled sounds of Lukes's reply, with me not being able to make out what he's saying.
I really don't care what Luke has to say to me, I just can't talk to him right now, and I don't know if I ever will.
A/N
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Fanfiction"I thought he had feelings for me, but I was wrong. He deluded me." or In which Luke agrees to a bet where he has to fool his best mate's sister into thinking he likes her, but also has to get her to sleep with him. 2020 foolshemmo
