Luke Hemmo Stories and Imagines

Why me? (part 1)

Imagine: "4 weeks clean", you think while walking down the halls of school, seeing all the pretty girls. "Why can't I be pretty..." You wonder. "5 weeks clean...that's the limit." You can't stop thinking. You find your way to your class and sit down hiding your face. "Who wants to see my ugly face...ugh I hate school" you keep thinking. You look up to see Luke quickly look away from you. He's the quarterback of the varsity football team, every girl wants him. "Was he looking at ME? He couldn't have been...maybe he thinks I'm a freak..." Class begins and you're not paying any attention. You're too busy doodling Luke's name all over your papers, different shades and founts of writing. "Y/N!? Do you know the answer to it?" You teacher blurts, you jump a bit. You're really not the type to talk, especially in front of your whole class. All eyes on you. "Uhm...I-I-I forget, sorry" you hear people laughing at you. Luke turns around and smiles, "hey...it's 17" he whispers. "Oh 17" you smile. He was right. "He talked to me...ME" you actually smile. The bell rings to finally go home, you jump up holding your books with your head down. You unexpectedly run into Luke making you drop everything on the floor. "Shit" you mutter. "Haha I'm sorry, I'll get it for you" Luke quickly picks up all your books for you. "Your shirt is amazing by the way" he laughs a little. It's just an old blink-182 shirt. "You like them too?" You smile. "YES! They're one of my favorites!" He said. You find yourself walking out with him. "I love them too..." You say quietly. "He this is my bus" he interrupts, "but uhm, here's my number...text me when you get home, see you tomorrow." He smiles as he gives you a little paper with his number and walks away.

You get on the bus and just look at the number. "This can't be real" you keep thinking, "it's too good to be true, but what if..." You put your music in and wait to get home. As you get off the bus you hear kids call you names like "idiot" and "reject" but you ignore them. You run threw the house and up to your room, you sit at your desk staring at the number in your phone. You look up at the few blades sitting there. You knock them onto the floor and build the courage to text him just saying "hey it's y/n". He answers back fast and you talk for hours about the simplest things. Your mom brings up your dinner, "what's going on?" She asks. She hasn't seen you smile in months. "Nothing!" You giggle and make her leave. You get ready for bed and your phone goes off one more time. "Goodnight beautiful, can't wait to see you tomorrow️" your heart skips a beat and you about flip out. The next day you pull your hair back, it's been weeks since that, and out on your cutest outfit. "Dress to impress" you thought. Luke still hasn't texted you but you don't think too much about it. You get to school and see people give you weird looks, but your to happy to care. Finally last class, time to see Luke. He walks in and looks back at you with a little wink. You can't help but blush. The final bell rings and he waits for you. "You look good today" he flirts. You guys talk to the buses again then separate. When you get home you run up to your room again to talk to him. ***PART 2 COMING!!!***