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You dont know me - Luke

You could say that people don't really know you, but then again, you didn't want them to. You liked having the dark side of yourself that people couldn't judge you by.

That also meant they thought you were a good girl.

Luke was... Hot, I guess you could say that. Piercings and tattoos, attitude and bad grades - made him a bad boy. Polar opposites the two of you were, which is exactly why he never thought it was you constantly throwing things at him from behind him in maths.

Your next target hit the back of his neck, just under his beanie and you slyly looked to the front as he turned around to suspiciously eye everyone around you except you. You silently laugh as he turns back around with a huff and the teacher looks up from her papers.

"Is there a problem Luke?" She asks in an irritated voice and he glowers at her, fingers curling into tight fists.

"Yeah some asshole keeps throwing things at me." He says angrily and I bite my lip as she scans the class and everyone looks around.

"It was Y/N miss." You hear and all too familiar voice and turn to glare at your ex, another goody two shoes, like everyone thought you were. Luke turns to look at you with wide eyes and you bite your lip, holding back a smile as he realises it was actually you all along. You hate how shocking that is to everyone.

"Y/N stay behind at the end." She sighs and the class goes back into silence as you roll your eyes and turn back to your work.

. . .

"You little fucking brat!" A voice spits at you as a hand clutches the front of your blouse and lifts you off your feet slightly. You look up at the angry girls face, the eyebrow and nose piercing standing out to you more than the dark eyes throwing you daggers.

"What?" You ask calmly, in a way that makes her sound like she's beneath you and unimportant. People have stopped to stare and you see Luke watching on with curious eyes at his girlfriend holding you now off the ground with just her right arm.

"Stop fucking messing with my boyfriend you little princess." She growls and you see Luke's face light up with excitement at the idea of a fight. He's just one of those guys. You sigh and look back to the annoying girl.

"Put me down." You say dryly and she lifts you up further, your blouse lifting up past your belly button, almost to the bottom of your breasts. You look down at the leggings your not really supposed to wear and close your eyes for a second.

"Put me down." You say again and she just laughs and shakes you a little. Well can't say I didn't warn her.

"What's wrong girly? Can't get your fat little legs down?" She taunts and you roll your eyes. Yeah okay so you weren't fucking skinny no need to point it out.

"Melody nothing's going to happen just put her down." One of Luke's friends says but everyone else stays silent.

"And give her what she wants? Na-" Your fist connects with her right shoulder and she drops you onto your knees as she cries out in pain.

"You done, whore?" You ask irritable as she swings at you, her long fake nails slashing at your exposed neck. You can feel the sting and feel a drop of blood rolling down. You scrunch up your nose in distaste and sigh.

"Ok now fight properly not like a cat." You mutter, clenching your fists and bringing them up to your face like your dad taught you. "Or would you like your boyfriend to come fight for you?" You mock, pouting your lips and giving her puppy eyes. You hear laughter around you before she pounces at you and you easily dodge her messy attacks as she falls to the floor over her own feet.