•Fuckboy~Hood•{5SOS}

•1| is this a joke?

Lana's P.O.V
I fucking hate everything; myself, every person I've met pretty much, school, where my life is going...I could go on, but I'd be wasting your time because as I get told everyday by the majority of my 'classmates', I'm irrelevant.

I'm not suicidal, I just can't be bothered to try. It also doesn't help that I get pretty badly bullied at school. I hate that place.

As soon as I hit 16 I kinda gave up, I don't like where my
Life is going: I'm studying my ass off to be able to get a place in college to study my ass off to get into a university I like to then study my ass off so I can get a decent job and work my fucking ass off.

Frankly, I find this
System pointless.

Naturally when I realised this I saw no point in trying, I'm just coasting through high school until I find something worth trying for.
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Just like every other day I drag my lifeless body out of the comfort of my bed and slowly get ready for school.

I don't put effort into my appearance, I just throw on something black with jeans and my boots and half comb my hair into some sort of messy bun/up do type thing.

I walk to school because I have no interest in getting the bus with people and I walk alone because I have no friends that I can actually talk to for more that 10 minutes without wanting to slit my own throat.

I left the house and locked up, I'm an only child and my parents were out on business trips a lot so it was just me most days, but I'm fine with it because I prefer being alone.

I put in my headphones and listen to my music on shuffle, Blink-182's 'I miss you' comes on. I fucking love this song.

I barely make it to school on time and rush into the corridor to my locker. As I'm getting my books for first period French class out the bell sounds, indicating I'm slightly late. I rush to my class and enter just as everyone is taking their seats.

I sit in the far back corner and begin to take down some notes. I rarely get distracted so I do okay in school without really trying too hard.

The class ends and I feel a lurking presence behind me. I try to ignore it but it's fucking annoying.

The presence grows stronger until I physically feel it clenching tightly, gripping my wrist and tapping my shoulder. I turn to face it.

'Um...I'm Calum, Calum Hood, Lucy right?'

Fuck. He was undeniably physically appealing, his jawline, his thick, raspy voice, his dark eyes, his entire image was enticing and he got my fucking name wrong.

'It's Lana...Lana Stevens'

He blushes slightly but brushes it off pretty quickly

'Yeah, uh...right. basically I'm shit at French and Miss Stone suggested I ask you to maybe help me out a little, could you?'

Ok so I was confused to say the least as he seemed nice enough but he had an 'I'm a huge fucking asshole' vibe about him. he didn't seem very apologetic about getting my name wrong. However, I'd get extra credit for helping him and it would mean I get to stare at his beautiful face mispronounce the entirety of the French language a couple times a week.

'Yeah sure'

'Could we maybe start tonight after school? im busy with football most other nights. You could come to my place after school for a couple hours'

I raised my eyebrow a little.

He rolled his eyes. 'Don't think of this as anything except from: you are my last hope of not failing French, I'd never date you, you're a really angry person you know'

I was infuriated that he'd say such a thing. He doesn't know me. I'm angry to protect myself, I fucked up a lot like 4 years ago and it still haunts me today, I don't need to bring other people into the shitty mess that is my life

I brush it off and reply with'How come?'

'I've noticed you seem to hate a lot of people'

'Is this a joke?' I scoff.

'What?'

'Telling me you'd "never date me", I'm your "last hope", and an "angry person", oh and also my name is "lucy" and expecting me to spend my time helping you boost your French grades, you've got to be fucking kidding'

He shakes his head and shuts the door in front of me as I start to walk away

'Jesus, Lana, I'm sorry, just please help me?'

I just blankly stare into his deep brown eyes and play with my headphone wires.

'I'm not using you, your name is Lana, you're a great person and I'd gladly date you and fuck you over that table any day, good enough?'

'Ugh you're pathetic, fine'

All I need to do to get through this day is avoid the bully, mr fucking Luke Hemmings, and get through tutoring Calum. Great
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