loser //l.h.

8: Laughing

Ever POV:

Luke texted me later at night and wrote that he was picking me up in the morning to drive me to school. I had no desire to go but I kinda promised it. So as I was walking out of the house at 7:30 am and saw the black car standing outside I sighed and rolled my eyes as I saw his goofy smile but smiled back anyway. I opened the door and sat down next to him. He was handing me my favorite: orange mocha.

"Ah thank you. That's what I needed right now" I was in a better mood automatically as I started sipping on the hot drink.

"No problem, so are you excited for school?", he teased me as he started the car and drove down the road. 

"Seriously?"

"Ah, C'mon it can't be that bad."

Is he serious right now?

"I don't know. How was the show yesterday?", I asked interested. I just couldn't imagine him rocking Madison Square Garden in two weeks. He looked like a nerd who drew little patterns with a sharpie on his body. I giggled to myself.

"It was amazing . Like there were so many screaming people and we could perform our new song and yeah it was just amazing."

He was talking so fast and I could see the excitement glowing in his eyes. I smiled and couldn't help but pinch his cheek.

"Ow,what was that for?", he asked, rubbing his cheek.

"For being cute", I mumbled while drinking.

"I just can't help it", he joked and made me laugh. 

As we arrived I asked him:" Are you picking me up 3:30?"

"Yeah sure", he answered. I unbuckled the seat belt and leaned in to give him a kiss. One kiss. But we kind of multiplied it...

"Luke", I whined in his mouth. He chuckled and gave me one last kiss. He smiled down at me and I poked his dimple.

"Have fun writing songs about me"

"Have fun thinking of me during school"

I snorted and left the car. He drove away and I walked up the stairs, feeling light headed.

The thing about my school was that everybody was dressed for fashion week every day. It was crazy. I felt so cheap with my high wasted skirts, knee socks and sweaters. It was all I was wearing during the season... or like during the year. But my Nikes were a lot more comfortable than Jeffrey Campbells or black clumpy sandals.

I didn't make any friends and I didn't really want to. It was too cold to sit outside in the rain during lunch time so I mostly sat in the library . Sometimes I did my homework but that was rare.

I sighed and ignored the glances from James Foster and walked over to my locker.

He was pretty popular , always surrounded by people and always noisy. But not during algebra, no. He acted like a nerd during those 45 minutes.

And only my luck, he was standing next to me as I shut my locker.

"What?", I asked him, raising one eyebrow.

"Evermore, right?", he gave me his famous half smile. All girls would swoon but I just snarled.

"No, not Evermore"

I walked away but he kept following me, leaving his friends behind us.

"Than tell me your name", he said. His voice was soft and calming but when he was laughing, his voice could be rough and husky and he always started chocking after laughing too hard.