healing perfection l.h.

Chapter 3

A/N:

In this story, Luke's parents are fictional and do not relate whatsoever to his real parents. Thanks, hope you enjoy!!

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Luke's POV

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"Luke!" my dad exclaimed, he wore the biggest smile on his face.

"Papa," I responded quietly, giving him a slight grin. I've always called my father Papa.

"How was your first day?" he asked, patting me on the back. I didn't make eye contact, but I could still examine those glistening blue orbs from the corner of my eye, identical to mine. I had just arrived home from school- I had to take the bus because the doctors were concerned about my anxiety when driving. So I had nobody to sit by.

"Horrible." I put my face in my hands and let out a long breath.

"And why is that bud?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

"I met no one, I have no friends, and all I could think about was-" I started coughing and tears seeped their way into my eyes.

"Luke," Papa said, pulling me into a bear hug.

"You know what happened wasn't your fault. And it's the first day, you will make friends. Did you even talk to anyone?" he asked.

That's when I thought of Sophie. She was so nice to me, and I was a jerk. I will never make friends.

"Not anyone besides my teachers," I lied.

"Well I'm sure tomorrow will be a million times better Luke."

"Thanks Papa."

The next day of school was actually okay, just like Papa had told me. I should listen to him more often.

My school switched classes on and off every day. And on Tuesday and Thursday this week, I got to go to choir.

"You must be Luke!" my teacher, Miss Brayheart exclaimed as I nervously carried my books into the class that I hoped would be my favorite.

The chairs were set up on risers, and about thirty students were seated, staring at me. Sophie, Calum, and Marlee, the crew I would soon get to know as my locker neighbors smiled at me from the top right corner of the room.

"He's cute," I heard a brunette, who may I add was showing off a little too much cleavage, mutter from the front.

"Luke can sit up here if he wants to," Calum said and patted the seat next to him. Oh no, Calum can't hear me sing. Then he would know...

"That's very nice of you Calum," Miss B stated.

I made my way up, my hands shaking in excitement. So many faces, all looking in my direction. This wasn't going to be welll for my anxiety. Luckily I sat down okay.

Mirrors lined the front of the room and Miss Brayheart started warmups. I did my best, considering I rarely had sung since the incident.

Calum gave me kind of a suspicious look when I was singing. Crap, I knew this would happen.

"Everything alright?" I asked, confused.

"Uh yeah, sorry man."

I decided not to sing for the rest of the class.

Some kids from my history class let me sit by them at lunch. It was awkwkard and my anxiety got worse and worse throughout the day.

"Mr. Johnson, could I please see the nurse?" I asked during gym when we were running laps. The stress was too much to handle.