Lover Of Mine // Luke hemmings 5sos

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My ear buds were shoved deep in my ears, attempting to block out the many voices that blurred together into a buzz in the hallways of Saint Catherine's Preparatory School for Girls. The uniform, that the nuns chased girls around the hall with a ruler, not only to measure the skirts, but also to slap any exposed thigh or skin that was below the almost too modest, however us girls liked to push the limits of the school. Right now, the dark blue and red plaid skirt brushed almost mid-thigh and I sent out a prayer that my high stockings would be enough to distract the nuns my breaking of school rules. Not that I was like some of the others who went here, they folded their waistbands so much that the pleated skirt almost gave others glimpses of their cheeky undies, those were the girls who practically begged the nuns to discipline them, enough that they got calls home to their parents regularly enough that it was almost normal. Knowing my absent father and overbearing step mother, they would ground me for months if they got a call home. Which meant no visiting several clubs and bars around town to hear the local music, and no weekday sleepovers with my best friend Maeve. Speaking of Maeve, a head of blonde pin curl locks slammed into my left arm, knocking my phone out of my hand and cutting off my music.

"Looks like someone's trying to block out the world with music," she said with a grin. Her light green eyes sparkled, even this early in the morning. My guess is she chugged a red bull before stepping out of her driver's expensive black Mercedes . Maeve's family was rich, like rich rich. Her father owned enough companies and invested in stocks to have power over all the business owners in New York. Including my own father's.

"I only wanted to start the day on a good note," I retorted back, while tucking my earbuds and phone in the front pocket of my bag. Our uniform's tie was crooked around her neck and I tugged on it as we tugged to our locker hall. "What's with the disheveled look this morning? Your maid wake you up late?" I teased.

She gave me a smile that promised trouble and raised her light eyebrows. "No actually, I had a early morning coffee with Ashton before he left for school." I assumed that meant they grabbed a quick latte at Joe's and used the rest of their morning time exploring each others mouths before they had to leave. Which explained the rumpled clothes and tie.

"Yuck, I so do not want to hear about you and Ashton's tongue hockey this early in the morning, I had a big breakfast." Lie I has eaten one single strawberry and rushed out of the house to make it to school on time. But the twisting feeling in my gut wasn't a lie. Anytime Maeve mentioned Ashton, a flame of jealousy shot through my body. Not for the loss of my best friend, but because I wanted early morning kisses and coffee, or someone to hold my hand down the busy New York streets. I pushed the feeling aside and opened the dark blue locker we stopped at. Maeve leaned against the one next to it and appeared to be swooning.

" Oh man Luce I really like this one," she said using her nickname for me, she smiled again and I rolled my eyes. Maeve was not the type to stay with one boy for more than two months, but she had been with Ashton for two months now, and I had only heard good things about the boy who went to our sister school: Saint Catherine Preparatory School for Boys.

"Whatever dork, you say that about them all." I slammed my locker shut and she eagerly followed me down the hall, not even caring to grab her books.

"No you dont understand, there's something different about him. Hes sweet, and funny and amazingly attractive." Another eye roll, Id believe it when I see it. I still hadn't met this new boy of hers, maybe it was Maeve's way of keeping him to herself for a little longer.

"Okay Mae, if I recall correctly you've said that about Dean, and Thomas, and what was the redhead with the freckles name?"

" Blake, but thats not the point. I swear I mean it about this one. " We were nearing our first class and Sister Florence stood outside the door tapping her ruler on her palm glaring at Maeve who didn't have her books. "Just trust me, tonight we can all hang out at Greens," a local club where we usually sat and listened to music at, "His band is playing tonight and you can meet him and his band mates too! Oh come on Lucy dont give me that look, I know you love going to Greens, its perfect!"