snapchat ⋙ luke hemmings

part four

Ella

Third period had rolled around, and I still hadn't found Calum Hood. I was dreading the conversation I'd be having with the pervert who replied to a random girls nudes. Seriously, who even does that? Apparently Luke fucking Hemmings. I'd fucking chop his dick off so he wouldn't be able to send nudes ever again. I got yelled at twice by my witch of a maths teacher for staring into space and tapping my pen against my desk loudly, and received a dirty look from her as I sprinted out of the room and collided head on with a tall, lanky, blond boy. Of course only I fell over.

"I'm so sorry!" He knelt down in front of me as kids poured out of the classes around us. I groaned and took the hand he held out to help me up. I got a good look at his face, and was surprised at his voice. It was a lot deeper than you'd expect it to be, considering he reminded me a bit of a lost puppy. His blue eyes seemed friendly, but my eyes were drawn to his lip ring as he spoke. "Are you alright? I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, no, it's fine," I waved my hand at him. "Hey, would you happen to know where Calum Hood is?"

"I think he's got spanish on the second floor," his eyes never left mine.

"Thanks," I gave him a quick smile before rushing off, hoping not to bang into anyone else. Thank god that boy was nice and cute. I made my way down to the second floor from the fourth and was nearly panting when I spotted Calum from down the hall. I considered banging my head against the wall in hopes of a concussion so I could use the elevator, but, using my better judgement, decided against it as I rushed down the hall to catch up to him. I'd just continue sneaking on and hoping I wouldn't get caught.

"Calum!" I called his name when I was close enough for him to hear. He whipped around, the girl beside him shooting me a glare as he said something to her and approached me.

"Hey! Ella, yeah?"

"Yeah, that's me," I nodded. "Listen, you're friends with Luke Hemmings, right?"

"What's someone like you doing looking for Luke?" He laughed out loud and looked me up and down.

"What do you mean?" I was taken aback.

"Luke's got no game!" He laughed again, but then a look of realisation swept over his face. "Oh, wait, are you friends with Emily Garfield?"

"Sort of," I shrugged. "Why?"

"Oh, I thought maybe she sent you?" Calum sounded confused.

"I need to talk to him about something," I told him quickly and he seemed amused.

"Luke has lunch at 12:30."

"Do you think he'll stay on campus?"

"Yeah, I think he's looking for someone too."

"Yeah, you're fucking right he is," I muttered and Calum furrowed his brows.

"What?"

"Nothing," I shook my head and tucked my brown hair behind my ear. "Um... What does he look like?" I laughed nervously.

"Listen, you can tell me if this is for Emily," Calum laughed once more at my discomfort. I rolled my eyes.

"Is she his fucking girlfriend or something?" I snapped. This fucking bitch had a girlfriend and still sent nudes to other girls. I'm fucking calling his mother.

"Easy," Calum smirked, "no, not yet."

"Yet," I emphasized the word. "Fucking prick," I rolled my eyes.

"Huh," he scoffed. "Who would've thought Hemmings would have two girls fighting over him?"

"I'm not fighting over him!" I angrily told the boy. "And aren't you two friends?"

"Yeah, but Luke can barely talk to girls without stuttering. He's sort of like a puppy," he shifted his sports bag from one shoulder to the other. "Alright, well, Luke's really tall, blond, he's got blue eyes, and um... He wears a lot of black."

"I'll ask around, but just in case I don't find him, will you tell him I was looking for him?"

"Sure thing," the cute boy gave me a grin before heading for class. I had lunch period free, so I sat in the library with Rose until 12:30.

"Michael says Luke is a really good guy," Rose told me while scrolling through something on her phone. "I don't know why he'd act so pervy." I sighed and shrugged even though she wasn't looking at me. "Was he at least big?"

"Rose!"

"I'm curious!" She looked up at me and held her hands up innocently and then smiled. "What if he's really hot?"

"Who cares? He's a creep."

"But what if he's like, Ashton Irwin hot?"

"He won't be," I shook my head with an eyeroll. We pretended to study in the library until 12:30, when we made our way down the stairs despite my internal protest.

Ella, you are so embarrassing.

Just don't go.

He doesn't even know it's you.

What are you doing?!

I stopped at the bottom of the staircase and Rose dragged me along, pointing out all the tall, blond boys. Someone wrapped their hand around my wrist lightly and we both turned to see Calum.

"Luke's at the back table to the right, talking to Emily Garfield, if you're still looking for him," he smiled and let go of my wrist.

"Thanks," I nodded at him as Rose and I entered the cafeteria and made our way to the back. Rose stayed a foot behind me, so she could watch how things played out, but not actually get involved. At the farthest table to the right, sat the blond boy I had walked into head-on earlier. Beside him, Emily Garfield was giggling and leaning her elbow on the table. Rose took a seat at an empty table nearby and quickly pulled out her phone, pretending to be occupied.

"I've always thought you were cute, but you never talked to me," I heard Emily as I approached them. I cleared my throat as I neared them and they both looked up, Luke's eyes lighting up in recognition.

"Hey, it's you," he smiled.

"Hey, Ella," Emily waved.

"Hi." I clenched my teeth. Luke was disgusting, and I knew it, but no one else did. "Can I talk to you?" I stared at Luke coldly as he furrowed his brows and nodded hesitantly. I pulled him towards the back door of the cafeteria, leading out to the field and Emily tapped away on her phone. I saw Rose peeking up at us, but when we made eye contact she immediately looked back down. Luke watched me expectantly as I ran my fingers through my hair. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"S-sorry?" He seemed even more lost than before.

"Why the fuck would you send photos like that to random girls?"

"What?"

"Last night! If you have a thing with Emily, and someone fucking snapchats you their goddamn tits, you should fucking tell them they've got the wrong snapchat!"

"I really don't understand," his cheeks began turning red. "How did you know about those photos?" He turned about fifty shades of red and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I'm the girl!"

"I'm really confused," he looked horrified and pulled his sleeves down over his hands, and tugged on his hair once more.

"On snapchat! You snapchatted me last night!"

"Wait, you're not emily?"

"No, you fuck, I'm Ella!"

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