Luke's POV
"As usual I'm running late!" I tell my mom on the phone as I pull into the parking lot of a prison. I turn the volume down on my favorite Nirvana song and hang up my phone. When I pull up to my usual space I see a piece of crap rusty car. "What the?" I slam my hand on the steering wheel. I drove further out and parked somewhere else. I run inside quickly leaving some homework (that isn't finished) in my car.
When I start approaching my girlfriends locker I see her talking to a fresh face. But she turns around and struts towards me. I smile of course and embrace her. "Hey who was that you were talking to?" I ask her as she rolls her eyes.
"Who cares some freshman." I let go of her hand and think 'That girl was too pretty to be a freshman' but of course I didn't speak that out loud. "Well aren't you gonna walk me to class?" She interrupts my thoughts.
"I don't know Chelsea, I have like 1 minute to get to class."
She backs away, "Sometimes I can't believe you Luke! You come to school late and don't tell me why and then you won't walk me to class? Real cheap!" She says and walks away.
I stand there and watch Chelsea walk quickly to class. Many idiot boys stare at her and look her model body up and down. 'I don't even care anymore' I think to myself. The bell rings and I run to class leaving all my stuff in Chelsea's locker. I sprint to Mr. Miller's class, which I currently have a solid D in.
When I barge in it looks like he is introducing the class to someone. "Mr. Hemmings." He says impatiently. But all I see is that new 'freshman' looking at me. 'Wow she is beautiful' I shake off the thought and say "Whatever" to Mr. Miller and slam the door shut.
"No way I'm getting a freakin pass." I walk to the nearest bathroom and skip the whole period. What's one more absence?
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More Than // Luke Hemmings
Fanfiction"But I'm just your tutor." I said in between breaths.
