Heyo! So i'm not sure how much longer this story will go on, but it won't be more than 5 chapters.... so we're almost done! Thanks for reading xoxo
The next day, school is nothing but eight anxiety filled hours. Nothing is right. I’m trying to avoid Michael and Luke, two of the people I see most. At lunch neither of them shows up, so I’m left to sit with Ashton and Calum, who don’t ask questions even though I can tell that they want to.
Stacy talks my ear off all day about how excited she is for the carnival, which is in two days, now.
“We’re getting a dunking booth, Noelle!” she squeals, tugging on my arm as we walk down the hall. “A real, legit dunking booth!”
“Yeah, that’s great,” I say. But I don’t really care that much. Not right now.
“What is going on with you today?” she demands suddenly, stopping in the middle of the hall and turning to face me. Several people bump into us and there are a few dirty words thrown around at us.
“Nothing, Stacy, I’m fine-“
“No don’t give me that crap,” she says, cutting off my excuses. She puts her hands on her hips and stares me down expectantly in the middle of the hallway. I look around blindly at all the people rushing past us.
“I can’t – Stacy we’re in the middle of the hall,” I hiss. “Class starts in like two minutes.”
“Oh, fine,” says Stacy exasperatedly. We walk a few more feet. “I don’t appreciate you shutting me out like this, Noe. We’re best friends, you can tell me anything.”
I sigh, frustrated.
“Why does everyone keep accusing me of that? Of shutting them out?” I ask. Am I supposed to be just an open book, a display for everyone to look at? Why does everyone need to know everything that’s going on?
And I’m not shutting them out. I’m not.
Stacy doesn’t answer my question, and soon we’re in history. I can hardly focus on class at all, or any of my classes for that matter.
When the bell rings at the end of the day, I slowly make my way to the field, where things are coming together for the carnival. All the tents are set up and the booths constructed. However, the whole setup looks… bare.
“Good afternoon everybody!” says Mrs. Collingwood.
A group has formed around me, and the whole team of volunteers is focused on Stacy’s mom. I glance sideways and see Luke for the first time all day. I don’t know where he was in the classes we had together… maybe I just didn’t look for him.
“Today’s main focus will be decoration and money organization! We have pre-orders for tickets, so we’ll need a group to organize those,” Mrs. Collingwood says, picking a few people to do that. “We’ll need some people to make signs for each of the games and booths… and I need… Ashton, Luke, and Noelle to take my clipboard and check off the rides. Make sure everything on the list is here in the field.”
*Luke’s POV*
I feel like a piece of shit. I am a piece of shit.
The look on her face when she learns she has to work with me is enough to make me feel like I’m going to be sick to my stomach. It’s a look I can’t even describe… a look of disappointment and anxiety…
Why. Why did I do that to her? Last night I should’ve stayed and talked to her. I should’ve held her and made her explain to me why she was so upset, tried to make her feel better.
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Fiksi PenggemarHer name is Noelle, and I had a dream about her. She rings my bell, got gym class in half an hour. Oh, how she rocks in keds and tube socks. But she doesn't know who I am... and she doesn't give a damn about me. Luke Hemmings fanfic.