break the heartbreaker : luke

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33 DAYS BEFORE PROM

i feel like something's going to happen today.

and, no, not something that's good. not something bad, either. but something will happen today, and i'm nervous as heck for it.

i'm no fortune teller, but ever since i was young, i always felt something in my bones when something big was about to happen.

as an example, when i was six years old, i was playing on the school's playground. screaming, laughing my ass off, and just doing what any normal six year old does at a playground.

then, all of a sudden, i had this urge to stop playing. i just felt something in my bones that made me want to stop. my palms were sweaty as i took a seat in the sandbox, and stayed there until my mom picked me up.

and when she picked me up, she told me that my dog, charm, had been run over by a car.

so whenever i'd get that feeling, that unexplainable feeling in my bones that make my palms sweat like crazy, i always brace myself.

which is why i'm debating now, if whether or not i should go to school or ditch. my palms are already sweating like crazy and i had just started driving to school.

"fuck it." i mumble to myself.

if something's going to happen today, at least i'm prepared.

i tap my fingers anxiously on the steering wheel as i wait for the red light to turn green. my phone vibrates on my lap, and i look down to see that i got a text from luke.

"no, thanks." i snort, stepping on the gas as the red light turns green. i'm not obligated to reply to him straight away.

once i arrive at school, i park at my usual parking spot and get out of the car. my phone vibrates again, showing that luke sent me another text.

it's too early for this shit.

i continue walking towards the entrance of the school, my palms getting sweatier and my heart beating faster. fucking hell, what's going on?

should i turn around and get back in my car?

i'm literally five steps away from the entrance door, when i hear someone whistle.

no, not a catcall whistle. but a whistle that just wants to call my attention.

i turn around, and just like that, the answer to why my palms are sweaty and my heart's beating so damn fast is right in front of me.

i knew something was going to happen today. and it's not bad. it's fucking worse.

luke hemmings is walking towards me, a smirk on his face.

"what the actual fuck." i mutter to myself.

everything starts to move slow.

the people surrounding luke make way for him, their eyes averted to me as he walks towards me. he takes his lip ring between his teeth, his eyes not leaving mine.