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When we got out of the car each of us went out separate ways toward our classes since none of us had homeroom together.

"Shit I'm sorry." I say when a tall figure and I knocking into each other causing each of us to drop our books. I'm so awkward like seriously who reads their books in the hallway. Jesus whoever this is I hope they don't know me.

"It's okay." The person mumbles picking up their things. When they get up I finally see their face. Holy shit of course this happens to me. It was Luke Hemmings. The school punk guy, and my first kiss.

"Oh hey I know you, Luke right? You may not remember me, I'm-" I say before he cuts me off.

"I remember you. Trinity." He says chuckling a little.

"Oh. Well um how have you been?" I ask him trying to make conversation because he's a puzzle. Nobody knows why he acts the way he does or does the things he does. But I want to be the one to figure that out.

"I mean I'm fucking half the girls at the school so I guess you could say I'm okay." When he said that I could feel a part of my stomach go into a knot. I don't know why, I barely know the guy.

"W-" I start to talk, but realize he had already started walking away. There was something about this boy that I need to find out, and that's exactly what I intend to do.

I headed to my final class- AP English - after heading to my locker. I'm so excited for this class because I love to write, whether it's a song for myself or an essay for a report it just makes me happy.

"Okay class now make sure you have checked the seating chart and are seated accordingly." The teacher, I think his name was Mr. Reynolds, said to the class. I went up to his desk to check the chart and headed to my seat.

Class was pretty entertaining honestly. We all went around and said our name and one thing about us -I had said I play soccer because I have no idea what else- and so many of the other students would say weird things like they like to party(if you get this reference then you're rad) and other strange things. Then in the middle class the door opens and he walks- no saunters in. He looks like he fucking owns the place. Luke walks over to the empty seat next to me, flopping into the chair pulling a toothpick out of his pocket and putting it into his mouth.

"Mr..." Mr. Reynolds says unsure of Luke Hemmings.

"Hemmings. Luke Hemmings." Luke says in a James Bond fashion causing me and half the class to laugh silently to.

"Ah yes Mr. Hemmings. The other teachers don't seem to be too happy with you, and it's just the first day. Maybe if you weren't late then that wouldn't happen. And don't be late for my class again." Mr. Reynolds says sternly to Luke, causing him to smirk. Oh shit please tell me something isn't going to start because Luke isn't going to lose.

"Maybe this issue wouldn't occur if my classes weren't on complete opposite sides of the school. You should look into that Mr. R." Luke says leaning back in his chair knowing Mr. Reynolds might not be too happy with him by the end of the day.

"See me after class Hemmings." Mr. Reynolds says to Luke, turning back to the board and explaining a quote from Stephen King.

"Damn. What got him into such a pissy mood?" Luke whispers quietly so that only him and I could hear.

"You. Didn't you get what he was saying. Now we need to stop Rowling before you get both of us in trouble." I say back to him hoping Mr. Reynolds doesn't notice.

"Oh No. Little miss perfect Trinity Grace in trouble? That's insane. And in case you didn't get the memo sweetheart, I am trouble. Does that explain to you why everyone fucking calls me the troublemaker." Luke says to me, and in that moment I never wanted to know what someone was hiding as much as I did with Luke right now.

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