Could He Be The One? ⇾l.hemmings [completed]

¤ Chapter 8 ¤

Wow, she's a feisty little one. I didn't mean to make her so upset. I walked my way back home wondering if I should call Lauren, she's probably already asleep and won't answer.

I dig out my phone and dial her number. Ring ring ring. No answer, ring ring ring. The ringing stops and someone answers the phone.

"Hello?" She crokes out.

"Lauren! It's Luke listen, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't kno-"

"How did you get my phone number!?" She yelled.

"You don't want to know." I said quickly. "Listen I'm sorry that I scared you, I really am. Please forgive me."

The line was silent, but then I heard a sigh. "Fine, but I won't Tudor you if you do this again. Alright?"

"Alright." I chuckled. "Good night, smarty pants." I hung up and it was silent.

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I snuck in through the back door, but that only made my father realize I was home. He was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hands. Damn, he's not sobber. I thought to myself.

He got up from the couch and stumbled over to me, fists clenched and breath reaking of alcohol. "And where were you this whole time?" He mumbled.

"Out with the guys, why do you care?" I through at him. I ticked him off now. In just a blur and smacked me across the face and I sprinted up the stairs to get away from him.

I fell on my bed, my head burred in my hands. I was to tired to get up so I fell asleep, and never wanted to wake up again.

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I woke up with blood shot eyes, beads of sweat rolling down my cheeks, and a nasty bruise from where my dad had just hit me. I wiped the sweat from my face and stumbled out of bed.

I went over to my closet and picked out black jeans, converse, and messy band T-shirt. My hair was in it's usual messy position so I had nothing else to do except to eat breakfast.

I went down my stairs and stole a muffin from the pantry, with that I was on my way to school. I ate the muffin quickly and through the rapper in my back pack.

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I entered my first period class just as the bell rang, talk about luck. The teacher entered just after me and told me to take my seat, I covered my face and sat next to Lauren. Just like yesterday.

"Hey, I'm sorry about how I acted yesterday. I just...." Lauren was trying to apologize. Why? She didn't do anything yesterday.

"What are you sorry about? I'm the one who's still apologizing." I said.

She turned to me and I forgot that I had a red mark snaked across my face, with a bruise forming slowly. "Luke, what happened?" She asked conserned.

"Okay, now that it's your second day here at Columbus High School, let's get down to the real work." Our math teacher said. The way he said 'real work' made us all quite.

Mr.Harriet wrote a problem on the chalk board. (C×D)+10÷ 5 -g (17×10) = (I just made that up, not even sure if it's a real problem.)

Lauren started working straight away while the rest of us sat there stunned. She shot her hand up in the air but the bell wrang just as she was called on. Lauren lowered her hand and I helped her with her books.

"It's okay Lauren." I smiled. She mustered up a smile and walked out. She dropped her book and the title read Where She Went By: Gayle Forman.

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