Iris ↠ l.h.

Cause I know that you feel me somehow...

Luke knocked lightly on the door, nervously waiting for it to open.

"Mr.Hemmings, you're late," Miss. Jacobs, the English teacher, said opening the door wide enough for him to shuffle in.

Way to state the obvious, he thought rolling his eyes.

"I was in the bathroom."

"We're already more than halfway into class, you really need to start coming into class on time," She replied, walking back to her desk and writing something down on a piece of paper.

Truth is, being late has become routine to Luke. Merely the thought of getting out of bed seemed impossible to him nowadays.

"And I really need to be able to go to the bathroom without being shamed," I stated, already annoyed enough as it was.

"Get to your seat," she hissed.

Luke slowly made his way towards his seat in the back of the room, walking past Iris's desk who was shaking her head, smiling down at her paper.

Luke already felt the smile forming on his lips, she was smiling because of him.

That had to be one of the greatest feelings in the world.

But the smile slowly faded away as he realized what he was thinking, how he was feeling. He knew this was going nowhere. It was a fantasy. But it was just so hard to stop reading.

"Iris, do you know?" Miss Jacobs asked, with a glint of hope in her eyes.

A majority of the teachers at this school have given up on getting her to speak, except Miss Jacobs who-because of budget cuts-is also our school guidance counselor, believes to 'never give up on hope'.

At least that's what the sign on the front of her door says.

Iris didn't even bother looking up from her desk as she shook her head, sinking into her chair.

Every time somebody tried to call on her or talk to her she would always just shake her head, sinking into whatever chair she was in.

But not for Luke.

She didn't do that for him yesterday. She let him sit with her. She showed him her photos.

Something so small and innocent made the greatest impact on Luke.

No matter how lame it may sound, it was one of the best days of his life.

So, suck it, Mrs. Jacobs, he smirked.

"What's that Mr.Hemmings?"

Shit.

"N-nothing," He stuttered, looking around the classroom to see every pair of eyes now on him.

He was fucking screwed.

As a kid, when he said he liked the attention, he didn't mean this kind of attention.

"He told you to suck it," Some kid from the middle row said, with a smug look on his face.

The entire class erupted into a burst of laughter and his eyes immediately went to Iris, who was biting her lower lip, smiling.

God, she was beautiful.

The bell rang and Luke quickly grabbed his bag from the floor, trying to get out of the class.

"Detention after school Hemmings," Miss Jacobs called out, not even looking up from her desk.

Luke sighed, making his way out of the classroom standing at the doorway but stopped and waited for her.