Faking Me - l.h. AU

Chapter Six

Kind of edited by now. But not much. Now you know.

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I was sitting in the sidewalk, a block from the school, smoking just one more cigarette before going into hell by foot. I kept running my hands through my hair, while I blew the smoke to the sky.

Fucking high school and its dumb bullshit.

I wanted to get it all over already. School and homework, students and fake people, Luke and his blue eyes, his dimpled smile and his dumb questions. Also, the cold that slipped through my sweater and kept me cold, not even the cigarette could fight my numb fingers from the freezing wind.

Fuck this shit. I threw the remaining of the almost finished cigarette to the group and step on it with my boots.  I stood up, with my eyes fixed on the crumpled –now– trash and thinking about some dumb metaphor so I could get the guts to stop whining so much and start giving up the gross almost habit now.

I was still looking at it even when a car pulled next to the sidewalk, not killing the engine. That was probably something a kidnapper would do but it was hard to get scared when the window rolled down and showed the boy with a beanie carelessly thrown over his blond hair and somewhat of a worried expression on his face.

“Good morning, Zelda,” Luke greeted, too polite and almost too awkward, resting his elbow on the window so he could lean more out of it. “Are you going to school?”

“Hey, Luke,” I smiled with everything I got. Sadly, that wasn’t much at the moment. “Well, yeah, I don’t have other reason to be outside at 7 am in the cold.”

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride,” He said, leaning to the other side to unlock the door before I could say anything.

“Oh, you don’t have to, the building is, like, right there,” I backed away from the car. After the other night no way josé I was going to be alone with Luke, much less in a car. “I do this route every morning, so.”

“Don’t be dumb, it’s too cold to be walking to school, just fucking get in the car,” I could hear the frustration slipping from his tone but I still wasn’t sure getting in the car was the best decision for me. “And I can see something is bothering you.”

He was looking right to my eyes, only making me doubt more. There was that weird shit again, where he saw my emotions even if I hid them. I only bit my lip and didn’t say anything else while I made my way to the other side of the car, getting into the passenger’s seat.

I tied my brown hair into a ponytail that reached my shoulder blades to keep me from running my hand through it. It also kept me occupied during the short and quiet trip.

Awkward is a way you could describe the status between Luke and me. I think that’s only logical after getting half a ride from a guy, letting him crash at your apartment and then kicking him out after breakfast the next day.

Well, I guess he got his car back, then. At least.

He hadn’t even turn off the car when I was almost jumping out of the door and shutting it close, leaning into the window and quickly thanking Luke for the ride. Well, the one block ride.

Even when I almost ran out of his car, I still got to hear the faint sound of a “Wait, Z-“ before I got into school, trying to get mixed as much as possible with the crowd.

Let’s just say I got to my locker in record time.

---------------------- (its like 1 am and Im just so done with this like wtf I don’t even know what im doing)