My Ex is My Teacher (Luke Hemmings)

Don't Care

A/n: I'm doing this on my phone right now so sorry for spelling mistakes and everything. alright well id really like to say thank you to everyone who's sent me good wishes :) it means a lot and I love you all too <3 I'm doing good :) sad, tired, but pulling through. I went back to school too which is good :) I SAW WHERE WE ARE!!!!!!! LoVED IT<3 once I get a hold of a laptop, I'll even edit this😂😂 alright, here's the last chapter :)

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Elise's POV

Tonight was the night. After all of this preparation, homecoming was finally here. Do I have a date? No. Do I care? No.

I worked my ass off making this homecoming and while doing it, I spent time with Luke. And fell in love with him all over again.

Luke is chaperoning the dance tonight but told me to meet him before I go into the dance.

I wonder why.

What if he wants to ask me out?

Oh my gosh. What will I say?

Yes, of coarse.

Nothing, and I mean nothing, will ruin my night.

...

I walk into the school and instead of going left, to the Cafe, I go right, to Luke's room. I cross the hall and take my phone out to text my friends and tell them that I'll meet them in a bit.

I walk down the hall and take a turn to go to Luke's room.

The hall is so different without all of the screaming, eager, kids trying to get from class to class in it.

It seems so calm and nice.

I take a right and walk down the hall and pass three classrooms until I get to Luke's.

I straighten out my dress and run my hand through my hair. I then check to make sure my breath smells good and then knock on the door. I don't wait for him to answer and just open the door and almost scream at what I saw.

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"So why did I pick you up again?" Demetri asks, trying to get an answer out of me.

"I told you. I just don't want to talk about it," I say for the thousandth time since he's picked me up from homecoming.

"Whatever. Well, here's your stop. If you need me again, I'll be at my party. So please, don't need me," he jokes.

"Why thank you. Really, thanks for picking me up. And hopefully I won't need you again," I laugh, getting out of the car and waving goodbye.

He waits until I'm inside to leave.

"Elise? What are you doing here?" My dad asks.

Things at home still aren't good. Worse even.

"I don't really want to talk about it dad."

"Oh well alright. Actually it's good that you're home. Why don't you go sit on the couch and I'll get your brother and sister. Your mother and I have something to tell you all."

Oh no.

I go into the living room and sit on the couch.

Soon after I sit down, my brother and sister come in. They both sit next to me and my parents sit in the chairs in front of us. They seem calm.

My mother putting her coffee on the table in front of us and my father doing the same. Now if they were to sit back in their chairs and watch tv, this would be normal. But they remain at the edge of their seats to indicate that there really is something important to tell.