His name is Luke.
During passing period,
I overheard a group
of preps talking about
the boy who sat alone,
whose name was Luke.
He was the only one to sit alone
until I came along,
so I rightfully assumed
they were chatting about him.
I didn't know why he
was the chosen topic of
their conversation,
but I did know one thing.
His name was Luke.
I like that name.
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gravity ➳ muke
FanfictionIn which a rather average boy who likes to make new friends gravitates towards the one who never speaks. // all rights reserved © ashtonsos twenty-fourteen
