Tangled || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 10

10.

        The next morning, I bought a small bouquet of white and pink roses for Hazel, I don’t know why every time I see white flowers, they remind me of Hazel’s beautiful face. I wore my band t-shirt with my favorite red flannel and my skinny jeans, and I put on my black converse so I hope she would notice and tell me not to trip on my shoe lace. I walked to her house with a bouquet of white and pink roses as a thank you for the rose that she gave my Dad. But when I was a few steps away from her house, I saw a cherry red sports car was parked in front of her house, and a lad leaning on the hood of his car with a dark haired girl, whom I supposed Hazel and Patrick. They were talking, laughing and hugging each other, and he also kissed her in front of my eyes. I knew I was supposed to be ready for this since yesterday she told me that she was cheating on her boyfriend, it was her way to say ‘I’m not yours Luke’, but I came all the way here to give the flowers to Hazel as a thank you, not to see her kissing her damn boyfriend! I was so pissed at that moment, I couldn’t think straight, I felt the heat of anger crept through to my head. I quickly put the flower on the top of Singleton’s house letter box then I walked away bearing the pain I had in my chest, and trying not to be so obvious about my heart which had just shattered in to pieces. This is so stupid. I hate stupid things, but I couldn’t just get over that thing.

Hazel’s POV

                “Pat, I’m so happy right now, I have my family back!” I said to Patrick as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Wow, I’m so happy for you,” He smiled at me and brought my body close to him.

“Thank you, babe. You know since Dylan's gone my mother didn’t even want to see me and my Dad, but yesterday on Dylan’s birthday she…”

“Wait, whose Dylan again?” He cut me off.

“My brother,” I confused why would he even ask ‘whose Dylan?!’ I mean I did tell him before about Dylan, of course, we’ve been together for as long as I could remember.

“I’m so sorry for his death,” Patrick said as he caressed my cheek.

“Patrick, it’s been a long time.” I said to him in a flat tone.

“I’m sorry Hazel, I was just…” He paused for a second, he seemed to be shocked when he’s not supposed to. “Kidding, I’m sorry I forgot about that.” He continued.

“It’s okay, see you at school. You don’t have to pick me up tomorrow. I feel like driving to school tomorrow or even walking to school,” I turned away, and I didn’t even bother to look back at him.

                When Patrick had left, I was about to go inside I noticed a small bouquet of white and pink roses on the top of the letter box. I slowly grabbed it and brought it inside my house. I froze as I remembered Luke’s face when I saw the white flowers. That's not even necessary because I still haven't known if he likes white flowers or else. I read the card inside, there was a beautiful messy hand writing which I recognized as Luke’s that says:

“Hazel Anne Singleton, thank you for the rose you gave my Dad earlier yesterday. I’m sure he’s smiling at you right now. Have a nice day. –Luke”

“Hazel, how was your day going with Patrick?” My Mum asked as she noticed I was already in the house. I supposed my Dad had told Mum about Patrick.

“It was great, yeah,” I answered, lying.

“He gave you that beautiful bouquet of flowers? He such a sweet lad. You’re so lucky to have him as your boyfriend for a quite long time,” I could tell that she was fascinated by the tone of her voice. I guess my Dad had told her about how long Patrick and I have dated.

“It’s actually from Luke, Mom,” I told her the truth.

“Luke? Oh, I’m sorry I didn't know.” She mumbled.

I quickly rushed to my bedroom. When Luke did came here? Did he see me and Patrick doing all that PDA stuffs? Patrick and I actually are not the type of that public display affection couple, but in that case, I’ve missed him so much since he hadn’t call or texted me. I tried to call Luke afterwards, but he didn’t answer, and it went straight in to his voice mail. I also texted him like 10 times, but he didn’t reply. I think he ignored me after what he had seen earlier today, I didn’t mean to hurt him, and I didn’t even know he was there. I feel bad for him, but I can’t do anything about it. I still have Patrick and I couldn’t just dump him that easy, as I said before, because we’ve been together for a very long time.

                A few weeks after that, I have my ‘normal’ life back, Patrick is my boyfriend; he always was. My parents also manage to get re-married again somehow. I did well in school, as well as my Dad expect me to be, a straight A student. But I’m not literally a straight “A” student, because I also got a few Bs, and also D, once. It was all back to normal. Except for my friendship, or whatever it is, between me and the guy whose locker is 3 lockers away from mine, who always wear band t-shirt or flannel and his ripped skinny jeans with that lip piercing which makes him looks very appealing; I always try to at least greet him when he walked by, but he seemed to avoid me because he never walked by me, I’ve never even see him since last week. This is so awkward, I have my boyfriend around me whose now often stick around me, we even spend a lot of time together, but my heart was clearly looking for a more and more comfortable place; and it’s not around Patrick, obviously.

                The worst thing that happened to me was my Dad forced me to send a college application to a pretty good college outside the country because he thought that I could make it. I mean, I like it here, a lot, and a few nearest colleges aren’t bad. He told me he had saved his money for that particular college he was talking about, and I couldn’t just let him down. The fact that I have to leave this place in a few months started to kill me.       

                Before I go, I really want to talk to Luke or at least stare at his face from the distance, I miss spending time with him. But I’ve never seen him around lately, it’s like he doesn’t go here anymore, but I’m pretty sure he is just avoiding me. Once I waited for him in front of his locker for 2 hours after the last period ended, yet he didn’t show up. My eyes were always searching for him during lunch, before and after classes, in the hallway, and literally everywhere, despite Patrick who was always with me, I’ve never found him. I know I shouldn’t betray my boyfriend, but that’s the thing with me, I can’t stop this little affection I have towards Luke Hemmings. The feeling slowly crept through my brain and my heart, it’s actually painful. The fact that I really have to leave him in a few months, hurts me even more.

a/n: My wifi went down for 3 weeks and I'm very sorry for the very late update. It's been a month, actually. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story so far!