"Come on, you guys maybe he can complete you're band?" I whined to Michael and Calum about making Luke audition for their band. They both stood silently looking at each other, thinking. "Look, Bella us and Luke have history together, and it's not a good ending." Calum retorted. I stared at him, wondering what kind of 'bad history' they had. "Well, what exactly happened?" I asked sitting down on Michael's couch in his living room. "Should we tell her?" Michael mutters to Calum. "You do know, I won't stop asking about it until you guys tell me what happened." I crossed my arms together glaring at the both of them.
Calum glares back at me. "Fine, but don't you ever bring it up whenever Luke's around us." Calum's point at me while he squints his eyes. "Okay, I get it." I lifted my hands in the air to defend myself. I sunk into the brown leather couch, getting ready to hear the story. "Well, we were all friends. Best friends, actually." Calum pauses. "It was when we were creating this band, on what should the band's name should be." Calum clears his throat. "Let me just say, the name Luke came up with is stupid." Michael scoffed.
"Anyway, Michael came up with '5 Seconds Of Summer' and Luke came up with 'Attack The Storm.' Then I said I liked Micheal's choice, then he got mad." Calum retorted. "Then he just left?" I widened my eyes. "No, not yet. He said it was a better choice, but then one day we were all fighting about who should be the 'leader' of the group. Michael was chosen to be the leader, then that's when Luke got pissed and just quitted the bad, and hardly spoke to us. He became the 'schools bad boy' " Calum does an air quoted.
"Well, that's stupid." I shrugged. "That's why we've been looking for a lead singer for about a year now." Michael sits down next to me. "Can't you guys, just give him a second chance? Hearing his humming, sounds pretty good, which might mean his singing skills might be good too." I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Michael and Calum. Michael plays with the hems of his t-shirt, looking at Calum questioningly. "I don't know about that." Calum bites his lips staring at his white converse thinking. "Me too, Bells." Michael mutters looking at the ground. "Promise me, that you guys will think about it?" I hopefully asked them.
"Now, enough of this awkwardness. Let's have fun." I exclaimed jumping off the couch running to the garage to play with the instruments.
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I walk into the class finding Luke in his seat, early. I walk up to my seat, finding Michael doing his last minute homework and Winter copying. I shake my head, laughing to my seat, receiving weird looks at everyone. I sit down on the cold seat, immediately resting my head on the table. Luke clears his throat. "You, okay there?" Luke whispered. "Just tired." I mumbled while my head on the table. "Well, I actually thought about the band thing." Luke said quietly. My head shot up, looking at Luke. "Calm down there, tiger." Luke smiles. "I will only audition for the band only if they let me." Luke's voice became serious at the end. "What's their band name called anyway?" Luke continues. "5 Seconds Of Summer." I laughed nervously.
Luke's eyes got wide. I quickly looked away avoiding the weirdness. Luke muttered something under his breath looking out the window. "What did you say?" I asked quietly. "What? Nothing." Luke stuttered each word. "Okay." I said almost as a question turning back to my work. "Why 'Attack The Storm', Luke?" I blurted out of nowhere. Regretting, that I asked that. I covered my mouth with my hands. Luke glares at me, with his blue eyes looking straight into my brown eyes. His eyes turned to shock, to sadness, to anger.
"How did you know about that?" Luke voice starts to get louder. "Who even told you?" Luke shouts, causing everyone to look at us. "I'm sorry." I muttered running out of class, ignoring the calls from Michael, Luke, Winter, and Mr. Lester.
I walked to the nearest bathroom and locked the door. I leaned against the tile walls, sliding my back down to the ground causing me to sit. All of the attention got to me. My social anxiety builded up like a brick wall.
"Fucking anxiety."
"Bella, you in there?" I look at the door, realizing the voice was Winter's. The nob turned side to side. "Yes." I stuttered walking to the door to unlock it. Revealing Winter and Michael. "What the fuck, Bells?" Michael glares at me with his arms in the air. "Sorry." I stared at the ground walking pass the two of them to class.
I felt the stares coming from Winter and Michael behind me, probably wanting to know what actually happened, and why I ran out like a crazy person. I walked into the classroom, everyone was silent once I entered. "Bella, will you talk to me after class." Mr. Lester said with a stern look. I response, I nodded and quickly walked to my seat, to see Luke staring at his notebook.
I quickly look away, once Luke found me staring.
"Sorry, for scaring you." Luke cleared his throat.
"It's alright." I muttered under my breath brushing my fingers through my hair.
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"Miss. Bella, it seems to me that you are having problems, with Mr. Luke." Mr. Lester voice sounded sympathetic.
I just stood there silently, looking at my shoes, knowing it's true. "I'm going to change you're seating, since by looking at the computer, it looks like you are a straight A student, and now you're grades have been going down." He fixes his glasses by wiping them clean with his shirt.
"No, please don't change seats." I snapped with my voice louder than I expected it to be. Mr. Lester got caught off guard. "But you're grades are going down and it seems that you have problems with Luke." His eyes got wide.
But Mr. Lester, it seems that I kinda like seating next to that boy.
"I can get my grades higher, and the problem I have with him isn't that big." I retorted standing up grabbing my things.
"Well, if you say so. But if you're grades does not go up, then I will move you." Mr. Lester voice sounding unsure.
And just with that, I left.
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wasup up my little nips.
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