Lost (Punk Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 11

Luke's POV

Every time I look at Noelle, I get this stupid feeling in my stomach. My friend said that they're called, "butterflies." What the fuck? I don't have butterflies in my stomach? What kind of shit is he trying to tell me?

But anyways, he  said that I'm developing feelings for her and that I might possibly, like her.

I don't like Noelle. No. 

She's weird and she's definitely not my type.

She's a little too girly for my taste. And I bet she doesn't even like bands. 

But, she's all I've been thinking about lately and I have no idea why. Sure, she has pretty brown hair. Pretty green eyes, and a pretty face but so doesn't every other girl? I mean, they have different hair and eye colors but yeah.

I shake my head and try to get rid of all my thoughts about Noelle and grip my backpack strap a little tighter. Maybe if I try to avoid her all day, I won't think of her as much? It won't be hard to avoid her considering we barley talk.

But we do have that one project together with what's his name. I just won't talk. 

Wow this is stupid. Here I am, trying to make up a plan to avoid a girl just because I can't stop thinking about her. I've never had to avoid a girl. Except for that one time when a girl claimed that she "loved" me and desperately wanted to be with me. She was just bat shit crazy.

Okay stop Luke. Just ignore her and you'll stop thinking about her. Stop stressing.

Puling me out of my argument with myself, I hear a small gasp and I feel myself fall. Everything didn't register until I landed on the ground, face first.

"What the fuck?" I mutter and look up to see who tripped me. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Here let me help you up." Noelle said and reached her hand out to help me up to which, I didn't accept. I could feel my stomach start to do that weird thing that people call "butterflies" again and I just wanted to get myself out of this situation as fast as I possibly could.

I pushed myself off the ground and send her a glare. Out of all the people who attend this school, why did she have to be the one who trips me?

"I uhm-" 

"Whatever." I groan and roll my eyes. She took a step back and I could see her cheeks turn a bright pink color. She looked cute when she was embarrassed. I pick up my bag and throw it over my shoulder, then turn to walk away as quickly as I could.

"I guess I'll see you in class then." She mumbled and walked into a sea of people, trying to get to her class. 

"I guess so." 

I UPDATED AGAIN WOO I'M SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT )): IT'S  7 AM AND I'VE BEEN TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING TO WRITE ALL NIGHT AND THIS WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD COME UP WITH UGH