Why Me?//Luke Hemmings au// UNDER REVISION

Chapter Two

   I remember two years ago, when I was 15, and I had a crush on this skater guy named Brice. He was all I would think about. I would fantasize about our first date, and what I would wear, how I would do my makeup, how it would feel to hold his hand. I Constantly looked over at him in class just to see if he'd hold my stare. I would trip on purpose to see if he'd help me pick up my books. I even tracked down some of his friends and got his number. Yup, I was one high class creeper. Eventually Brice ask me out, and I was thrilled... until he ditched me for some blonde with a short skirt. This is what comes to mind as I sit here with Luke. Disappointment.

I've never really had that many friends. It's always just been Amelia and I... we didn't need anyone else. No one ever really notices me anyway... that is unless they need a target. But I don't know about this boy. I wouldn't really call Luke a friend... more like a persistent twit. But he'd go away and forget about me soon... everyone else did.

"So Tessa... What do you like to do?" He ask cheekily.

"Not hang out with annoying boys" I answered, not an ounce of sarcasm in my voice.

"Me neither... we'll get along great!" He said, all smiley and hyper. Can this boy not take a hint?

"You part of a band?" He ask, cocking his head questioningly.

"Do I look like some popstar wannabe?" I scoffed.

"I'm hurt... I didn't know people thought about me that way" Luke wined, fake crying into my shoulder.

"Dude... you makeups gonna run if you keep crying like that" I replied. He looked at me a smile broadening his face.

"Hey... I knew I could make you crack a joke!" He laughed triumphantly.

"You do realize I just called you gay right?"

"Yup"

"I don't like you" I told him.

"Oh sure you do... now let me tell you about my band... ladies always love to hear about life in the fast lane" he joked, draping an arm over my shoulders.

"You know what else ladies like?"

"What"

"To not be followed around by abnormally tall gits"

"You know what Tessa?"He laughed.

"What now, dufus?"

"I think we're gonna be great friends"

If only you knew Luke... if only you knew.

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Luke reminds me of a hyper little puppy, that follows people around and acts all cute. Too bad I'm allergic to puppies.

He followed Me around the school and I'm convinced that he's a weirdo now. Does he not realize that every second he spends with me, is one point he goes down on the social scale. So right now he's at about -47.

Apparently he's in a band called 5 minutes of summer, or something like that. Funny as he didn't really strike me as a singer. More like a stalkerish groupie.

"Geese your annoying" I said, for like the millionth time

"I get that a lot" he smiled.

"I don't know how you make everything seem so optimistic"

"I don't know why your trying to stop me" He chided. Maybe he was right. He wasn't as bad as everyone else here. He just seemed so... innocent. But I wasn't gonna let him know that.

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That night I went to bed, prepared for the thoughts of despair to come. I waited for the crying that would put me to sleep. But the tears never came... and for some odd reason I couldn't stop thinking Luke Hemmings.

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A/N

I hate it when I can't come up with longer chapters. Oh well...