Ossified (Luke Hemmings Fanfic) Temporarily On Hold

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Someday someone
will break you so badly
That you become unbreakable.

That day came,
Making her wish she died.

The soft stubble of his blond beard tickles against the pads of my fingertips, holding his chin between them. His breath a soft breeze against my lips, diving his oceans into mine.

A strange sensation shoots through my abdomen when he licks his lips, closing our proximity further. I dig my nails deeper into his skin, afraid of what will happen when I don't.

"Didn't you hear me?" I say, much weaker than the first time, "Stop studying me. You won't graduate.”

His eyes go wide and he leaves my hand hanging in the air, jumping up from his chair and stumbling over my rucksack while stepping back. The whole auditorium, including me, gapes at him running down the stairs, muttering under his breath.

"Jeez, who set his balls on fire?"

I crane my neck to be greeted with a smirking Harlow. "What?" She shrugs. "Luke never runs.”

An uneasy chuckle leaves my throat, realizing that I made him feel so uncomfortable in my presence that he felt the need to run away. From me.

Jesus Christ Dee.

"You're still coming with us for coffee right?” She asks, scanning my face with furrowed brows.

"I, uh.."  Rather not.

She grunts loud, flipping her silky brown hair over her shoulder. "Please? Don't mind Luke. He's..... Well, he's being Luke. Rude and his own way of weird. Come on, Dee!? He always pulls shit like this, ignore him. We need, no to hell with that. I need another girl in our group or I'll go insane."

I sigh and nod at her pleading grey-green orbs, ensuring her that I will be there.

It's safe to say that I gave her my, what the heck girl? look, when she squealed and locked me into a hug. Also the moment that our professor Mr. Gladdish told us to shut the fuck up or leave as fast as Mister Hemmings.

The old dude wrapped in clothes that could be his grandfather's, with greasy grey hair and a yellowish mustache probably, no, hopefully, from smoking without a filter, got my respect with his outbursts. Although, I feel bad for the students in his front row, receiving a shower of his foaming slobber. Inwardly cringing at the idea.

"We are meeting in an hour at The Bullit bite," Harlow informs me, walking together through the hallways after finishing the lecture in utter concentration. "Do you want a drive with us?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'll drive myself." Shaking my head. It's most likely Luke that will drive and I rather have the option of leaving when I'm done being in his presence. More precisely, in anyone's presence.

"As you wish, my sis." She winks and strides away in her black pleather pants. Her heels clicking rhythmically against the wide sandy colored tiles, demanding attention from every guy around us.

My eyebrow shoots into the fishhook look. My sis? She called me her sis. Urgh! It's official, she thinks I'm her friend. I'm not, not even close. I don't do friends. Period.

I carefully open the door to my shared room and pray Patience isn't sitting on her pink sheets, painting her nails, singing along a Taylor Swift song and let out a sigh of relief when I find our room empty.

I avoided her and her boyfriend on purpose since Saturday night. Vincent isn't my greatest fan. Yes I know, I did that myself. And I'm sure he dislikes me even more after the fight I caused with Cole. He was nice enough to warn my brother, who came and saved me from Cole's literally breathtaking grip.