tattooed angel - l.h.

6

The next day, I wake up early to get ready for a new day, a new me, a new Luke, hopefully. Slowly pacing inside the bathroom, I pull out all of my supplies. Eyeliner, black eyeshadow, fake piercings, everything is here.

I walk out of my room at around 7:30 while everyone else is still fast asleep. "Good thing school starts at 9." I smirk while passing Nathan's room. I grab a banana from the kitchen and walk out. The air is warm and crisp as it hits my face. Walking to school from home takes about 30 minutes so I decided to get a head start. Walking was exhausting in the 7" black stilettos but the look on Luke's face would be worth it.

I show up to school at around 9:10 and people are starting to arrive. I walk in to a room filled with girls surrounding the bad boys but as soon as I step foot, all eyes are on me, mouths are dropping and eyes are bigger than before.

"Damn, goody-goody just got me hard." A senior boy snickers to his douche bag friends.

"Wow being a slut and now looking the part? Lovely, just lovely." A preppy blonde girl eyed me while her "crew" rolled their eyes.

"Wow, so deep. So beautiful," the emo kids wiped their tears.

I walked up to Hanna, Hannah, Calum, Michael, Nathan, Ashton and Luke all huddled in a circle. "Hey- WOAH! You look hot as fuck!" Michael clicks his tongue at me while Hanna playfully smacks Michael on the side, but then he nuzzles his nose into her neck. "Those pants make your ass look FINE, Dani!" Calum gives me a high five as Hannah agrees. "Thanks, thanks." I giggle in delight, trying to avoid Nathan. "What the fuck, Danielle?" First you leave the house in the morning, causing everyone to panic, then you come to school dressed like a punk-rock slut AND not to forget, the school is going to murder you for being out of uniform." Nathan begins to flip out but I settle him down. "Chill, Nathan. Don't be such a pussy and just relax." I smirk at him while Ashton gives me a 'dayyummmmm' look. I ignore 'mom and dad' and turn my attention to Luke, who stares at me, up and down. I admit, I'm not a skinny girl, I'm a little chubby but damn, does leather look good on me. "So, what do you think?" I smile while grasping Luke's shoulder. "You look stupid, that's for sure." He smirks. "What?!" I comment while taken aback. The bell rings and we all walk out separate ways.

"Wait, so I look 'stupid'? I thought you liked girls like this." I shyly adjust the pants as we walk side by side. "It's not the look! For all I care, you could be wearing a turtle neck and baggy sweat-pants. It's the attitude. The "I don't give a fuck' attitude is what separates the heavens from hell." He sighs while pushing his hair back. "But, I don't give a," I try to say it but it's too hard. "Give a what?" He laughs at my pathetic attempt. "I don't give a f-" I stutter on the f, but he just continues to walk while chuckling. "I'll prove you wrong, Hemmings. I will prove you wrong. You just messed with the wrong angel." I glare at him as he struts away.