Two in Love *A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction* (ON HOLD)

chapter 4

"Alright class. Welcome back. I assume you all had a swell holiday," Mr. Berns says, although his voice makes me want to throw a brick at his face and shut him up. I cant take much more of this. "And now back to your projects. You all have 15 more days to get it done. If not done by then you dont get credit for it." His eyes rest on mine. "And you need this prejoct to pass my class. Some of you," his eyes sparkle. " can't afford not to do it." He addresses the rest of the class. "You have today and tomorrow to work on it in class."

I take out my ipod and stick the earbuds in my ears, drowning him out. I dont really care what he has to say. I dont need this stupid class for what i want to be. I just need everyone to stop telling me what i need and what i dont.

I also need to figure out what I'm going to do about my father. He was supposed to be in prison for the rest of his life, had the poison the prison guard injected him, failed. Obviously, it wasn't even him they had. How did he escape? They had him right under their noses, and yet he slipped away, without a trace of his whereabouts. And, now that my phone is destroyed, i cant track down his phone to figure out where he was calling from.

I sigh. It's for the best that my phone was destroyed, that way, as I was explaining to Luke, he can't trace my phone back to here. He can't know where my Mom is.

"Earth To Mano," Mr. Berns says, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

I jump, looking up at his boyish face. For someone in their late 30s, he sure looks young.  "What?"

"I would think that since someone decided not to show up to class on friday, that you would have come straight to me when you walked in, to find out what you missed," he says, his blue eyes scanning mine, as if he were attempting to read my inner most thoughts. The ones that noone can ever find out about, or I'd be chucked into an insane asylum asap.

"And I would think," I say, blinking a few times, in an attempt to erase such thoughts from my mind. "That you would know better then to expect me to be the perfect student. Everyone knows that's not going to happen."

His eyes narrow as he pulls a chair up next to my desk, sitting down with the backrest facing my desk. "I would bite my tongue if I were you," he says, "for you seem to forget the student-teacher dynamic."

"And you seem to forget, my lack of caring," I say, quietly yet forcfully. I aint taking any crap from anyone. That's why I was in this mess to begin with. I dont understand why he's caught on getting me to focus during class. He, of all the teachers here, was the only one to understand my issue at home. The one with my father, whom I thought was dead.

He ignore my snide remark, and seems to be more focused on getting me to open up about my problems. "Mano, somethings bothering you, I can see it in your eyes," he says, his blue eyes boring onto mine.

I blink and look away. He doesnt need to know about my problems. Nobody does. I can deal with my father.

"Mano," he says, grabbing my chin and turning my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Come in after school and we'll talk. Just the two of us."

I sigh. "I can't promise you anything."

"Just show up," he says, looking as though he was about to kiss me, then lets go of my face, getting up and walking up to his desk, taking out a notepad, quickly writting something on it anf ripping off the top sheet, sliding the extras back into place. He stands up straight, his eyes scan the paper, then he turns and walks back over to me, placing the paper, upsidedown on my desk, before putting his chair back in its place and heading back to the front of the class, taking his place behind his desk.

I watch him for a while, studying his features and thinking about what he said. Perhaps talking to someone would help. I would get this off my chest at least, but then he would know, possibly call my mother and we would have to move again. I'm sick of running. What's the point in always running when he's going to find us, eventually? I dont see the point. I'd rather stay and fight, get it over with instead of having this hanging over my head for the next few months, waiting, scared, for his next move.

I snap out of my trance and pick up the pass, reading it over and debating if I should come. I need to talk to someone about it, someone who understands, someone who will tell me it'll be alright, and protect me, nomatter what. Is Mr. Berns this someone?

I look up at Mr. Berns then glance at Luke, deciding that mr.berns would be the worst person to talk to. I need to talk to someone my own age. Perhaps Luke could look past our differences and help me. Or he'll just be this egotistical jerk and spread my life story around the entire school. He know about my dad's phone call and, by the looks of it, he hasn't told anyone yet. Maybe he's just waiting for the perfect moment, my weakest moment, to strike. To bring me down even more, to make me feel completly and utterly worthless. It's what he does. He's done to me before. Maybe i should test him, figure out how trust worthy he is, then, if he proves himself, spill everything.

There's only one way to find out.

***A/N***

I'm terribly sorry it's soo short. Its late and my battery is nearly dead. I'll update when I get more time. I promise.

Remember, you're amazing. Stay true to yourself. Dont let the world define you. Instead, define the world. Night. Love you guys.