Hidden || Lashton

five: suspicion means danger

East Woodpine High, a world of its own when it came to subtle chaos and jocks believing they ran the place. The floors were cream-colored tiles, with dark green painted walls to represent that Vipers pride. Some posters were hung up in relation to clubs like Art Club or Student Council elections, but the majority were unfaltering support for the Vipers. The lockers were a simple grey color, and Luke was fumbling with his combination lock on his own. Calum rambling about the occurrences of the last game they had with the Tigers. 

His role as team captain of the team which brought the school the most pride put Luke on a pedestal he never truly wanted to be on. He loved hockey, and his passion, as well as skill, put him in his position of power. Yet as with all positions of power, he is left with a lack of true friends, and always being put in the spotlight for his actions. 

Calum was the only person Luke trusted, and even so that trust was slightly dwindling with each passing day. The statement Cal had the audacity to say about Ashton, and how he deserved the injury Wesley gave him. Not only that but the secrets Luke had to keep from Calum just to ensure he kept his reputation up and didn't deal with any of the backlash that would come with having himself exposed. But as with most secrets, they could only be kept for so long. Luke planned to reach the point where he could leave his hometown, and be free to live his life fearlessly. 

The restriction that came with always being afraid that people would discover what you are so desperately keeping hidden, felt like being strangled. You desperately want to reveal who you are, even if it will hurt you by doing so. But the more realistic side of yourself recognizes that more misery may come out of coming out of the darkness and entering the light. 

Carefully, Luke pulled out his notebooks and a pencil case, turning his body towards his friend. Using his free hand to shut his locker, and ensure that it is locked again. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, his mind tugging at the thought that it was the Tiger lingering on his mind at all times since he had caught him ice skating. 

"Mrs. Welcher would have given you detention by now if you weren't team captain you know, you are late right now," Calum sighed, thankful for his friend having a status that let them be a little late to class here and there. 

"Even if she did give me detention, I don't think I would care," Luke answered carelessly, walking towards the Chemistry class with no sense of urgency. His hand reaching into his pocket, and glancing at the notification on his home screen. One message from Ashton. 

As Luke entered the Chemistry class, he apologized for being late. Mrs. Welcher gave him a disapproving look but didn't even ask for a late pass. Simply waving her hand toward the empty desk. "Mr. Hood, I don't believe you share this class with Mr. Hemmings," She stated, her eyes tossing daggers towards the Viper who quickly got the memo and left the classroom to get scolded for being late to his own class. 

Luke dropped his notebook onto his side of the table, sharing a table with Wesley who stared at the blond with a look of apathy, or so that is how Luke took it. Yet the atmosphere whenever Luke was around the asshole, was dark. To him, Wesley was the equivalent to a future criminal. His attitude towards minimal "issues" was far too concerning, and the plans he would conjure up were far too violent to hold hope for his future being bright. 

Wesley glanced at the team captain from the corner of his eye, making it appear like he was only focusing on the word vomit falling from the lips of their elderly Chemistry teacher. Her eyes paying attention to the notes she was reading out, and expecting the class to be writing down. Everyone was writing down the notes, but multitasking did exist, and the majority of the class were passing notes or texting on their phones while scribbling the chicken scratch relating to the periodic table of elements.