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luke was tired. he felt like he was always tired, though, so this was normal. he was tired of his hair and tired of his life, and he was definitely tired of school. with his head in his hands, he was failing miserably at staying awake through history.
maybe it was because luke didn't really like learning. he could argue that he was exhausting his brain day in and day out, by being forced to sit through hell every day. he didn't even want to learn about the lives of dead people. he was much too tired for anything. he probably shouldn't have stayed up until three thirty in the morning texting annalise.
talking to her had become addictive.
as if on cue, his phone chimed in his pocket. while the teacher's back was turned, luke slid his phone out of his pocket, feeling satisfied with himself and his stealthy ninja abilities.
raining.tacos: i hate school
penguinboy: i hate it with the fire of a thousand suns
the teacher turned around again and luke stuffed his phone back into its rightful place in his pants pocket. he adverted his attention back to his history textbook and prayed to whatever supreme power exists that the teacher not notice him. he knew that the likelihood of the teacher noticing him was extremely low, but he felt like his extremely suspicious looking character made him more visible to the naked eye. he feigned innocence.
raining.tacos: i doubt that. you seem like the type that loves school. are you in school rn? what time is it there?
luke glanced at the time.
penguinboy: it's 11:58 am here an ya i'm in school wbu?
raining.tacos: nah, i'm just going out for ice-cream with some friends :-)
penguinboy: luckyyyyy!!!
penguinboy: why didn't you invite me??!?!?!
raining.tacos: we don't like you
penguinboy: who's we?
raining.tacos: only my dearest friend ashton and i
luke thought that name sounded kind of familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he had heard it. it was probably a popular name. there was probably a celebrity who had the name. probably. probably.
just then the lunch bell rang, signaling the end of class. luke picked up his books and made a bee-line for the door. he wanted to get away from the classroom as quickly as possible.
in his dash to his locker, luke hadn't noticed himself run into someone. it was a boy.
"oh, i'm sorry," luke mumbled, his gaze at his feet and not at the boy's bright red hair. definitely not.
"s'okay," the boy said, giving luke a small smile. he brushed past luke and continued down the hallway.
luke stood a moment, looking after the boy. he was about to stop the boy to ask for his name, when his phone chimed again.
raining.tacos: ashton knows who you are
penguinboy: what
raining.tacos: i know crazy right? apparenly he saw some of your covers also. you're really good! and yOU ARE CUTE !
penguinboy: oh god
raining.tacos: mhm
penguinboy: wait is that how you got my myspace?
raining.tacos: yep yep
penguinboy: that explains a lot. but i wish you hadn't seen my videos :(
raining.tacos: why?
penguinboy: because i suck
raining.tacos: no you don't i actually think you're pretty rad m8
penguinboy: thanks:)
raining.tacos :-)
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fetus luke gives me chest pains
-nora
