LUKES POV
I walked into the cold hallway of sheer down highschool, my left leg felt like it was on fire. Fuck me. It was expected though, it was every single morning. I should have been used to it by now. At least I thought I should have. My father had woken me up with a hard blow into the ribs, knocking the fucking wind out of me. He dragged me to the ground and yelled in my face how worthless I was, and how I should just end my life. The usual. I was tired and didn't want to deal with anyone's shit today. I walked to my locker and tried to open it, but of course, it doesn't open. I punch my locker and I feel a glance on my back, I turn to see a skittish black haired kid turn away. I scowl at his response and walk towards him, "got a problem?" I said with a cold and stern voice. "I-I.." the kid managed to spit out. I smirked at his skittishness. "Cute. Now go!" He yelled. The kid managed to get his legs to move from a frozen stance to run away from me. I walk back to my locker and manage to open it this time. Finally. I grab my stuff and start to head to my class, why does school even exits? I let out a groan and punch the locker next to me. People are scared of me, and lets keep it that way.
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Opposites
RomanceLuke, a cold and distant boy who only knows how to push people away. A kid that walked in on his dead mom on the bathroom floor. His father blamed her death on him and started to physically hurt him, only wanting him to be cold hearted to the people...
