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

♪ Chapter 11 ♪

Luke was waiting at the front door of the library, he looked so calm about being in this space where he knows that people will bombard him. "Hey, you ready to study?" I ask walking up to him.

He nods, "As ready as I'll ever be." He gave a smirk and my heart went ka-bump. I shook my head started bounding up the stairs to the balcony of the library. "Why are we up here?" Luke asked.

"Because, it's the only place where you won't get attacked by screaming teenage girls. Now what do you want to study first? Math, Social Studies, Science-" He cut me off.

"No, first I want to learn a little bit about my tudor." He smirked.

"Uh.. okay what do you want to know? Let me guess you want to know about my family."

He looked at me and chuckled under his breathe, "No I want to know about you. Like your favorite subject or whatever. Now go on and talk about yourself." He put his hands behind his head and kicked his feet up on the table.

I took a shaky breath and started, "Well when I was born my mom had died, I've always thought it was my fault. I was born two months earlier then I should have been born." I looked up, and Luke was still sitting there. "Um... My favorite thing to do is read, art, and playing the cello which you already knew about." I finished talking and Luke nodded his head.

"Well I'm sorry about your mom. I didn't know you were an artist. How good are you?" He asks.

"I don't know, in my opinion not that good. Okay you've learned something about me now let's start on math." I pulled out my math book and flipped to page 72. Pencil and paper was set up on the table and I began to set up the problem.

"Okay, so x=54 and y=6. If you subtract x from y, then multiplied it by 4 what would you get?" I asked. Luke's face was blank and his skin color had gotten whiter.

He cleared his throat and mumbled, "Uh... 192? I'm not that great in math, can we do a different problem?" His eyes were big and he had a pity face.

"No, because you were right. It's 192." An actual genuine smile was now on Luke's face.

"I was right. For once I was right!" He jumped up and started to do a little happy dance. I put my face in my hands and giggled at the sight I was seeing.

"You make it sound like you're stupid." I said clearing my throat. Luke sat down again and looked at the ground.

"It's because I am stupid. My own father calls me stupid." He put his head in his hands and sniffed back a sob.

"Maybe tomorrow we can pick up where we left off." I started packing my stuff and went to pat Luke on the back but hesitated and walked down the steps. I turned around and he was packing his stuff.

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I unlocked the front door to my house and entered dropping everything in my hands. My dad wasn't home yet so I went upstairs and grabbed my sketchbook. I flipped through pages and pages of drawings of my dad, myself, flowers, landscapes, and the night sky. After going through so many pages I finally found a blank one.

Pencils, pens, crayons, erasers, markers, and sharpener covered the top of my bed and I began to draw the view from my balcony. Trees, and bushes filled half of the page, and the other half had my balcony with me standing at the railing. My hand worked fiercely and it started to burn.

Two hours later.

I finished coloring and outlining my drawing. Pencil and eraser shavings surrounded my bed and ink was sneered on my hand. I looked at the time and it was already 5:00 P.M.

Buzz Buzz.

I picked up my phone to see who calling me and I recognized the number. Luke was calling me.

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