Sassing Mr. Hemmings || l.h ||

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

"I wish my name was Annie," Hazel sighed.

"Why?" I sighed, not even bothering to look up at my best friend.

"Because Michael Jackson wrote a song and said the name 'Annie' like a million times."

"What song?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SONG THIS IS OUT OF ALL OF HIS MILLION OTHER SONGS? YOU'RE SUCH A FAKE FAN. I HATE YOU."

Accurate.

I rolled my eyes again and tried to concentrate on my homework again, that is, until Hazel started blasting Michael Jackson music.

As he came into the window
It was the sound of a crescendo
He came into her apartment
He left the bloodstains on the carpet
She ran underneath the table
He could see she was unable
So she ran into the bedroom
She was struck down, it was her doom

"Hazel."

Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK?
Are you OK, Annie?
Annie, are you OK?
So, Annie, are you OK,?
Are you OK, Annie?

(If you know this song we should be friends. If you don't you should look it up and jam)

Michael Jackson was a really chill dude, but I'm doing math homework right now. And upbeat songs won't help.

"You're a loser," Hazel said when I forced her to turn off her music.

When I thought she was done being a twat, I started trying to do my math homework again.

And then she started playing classical music.

Classical music.

Fucking classical music.

As in Mozart and that Beethoven guy.

"Hazel! What the fuck? Do you want me to kick you out?"

"You said you needed to concentrate, so I'm playing classical music. So really, you should be thanking me."

I rolled my eyes and then Colton suddenly came in and I lost all hope of finishing homework.

"Hazel, oh my god guess what," he said all of a sudden.

"Oh, come in. I don't mind. It's not like the door to the house wasn't locked," I said sarcastically even though I knew I gave him a key.

"I'm pregnant." Colton blurted.

Well shit. This escalated quickly.

"Wait-what?" Hazel jerked her head to face him.

"It's Calum's. I'm sorry."

Idiot.

"So what are you guys doing?" He asked afterwards as if nothing happened.

"Homework."

He scoffed,"Can you do mine for me?"

"No. Sit down and study. Or you won't graduate the same time as us."

"I wish I could. Really. But there's this one problem."

"And that is-?"

"I don't want to."

~

After Hazel and Colton left, Luke came over and helped me with homework. While I was doing homework, he was doing paperwork. Probably paying bills or something.

"Michelle. Guess what?"

"What."

"Michelle."

"What."

"Michelle."

"Dammit, Luke."

"Let's go see 50 Shades of Grey together on Valentine's Day."

"You're inviting me to go see your own movie? Geez, Luke. Arrogant, much?" I joked, referring back to all the Christian Grey jokes.

He rolled his eyes and got back to his paperwork.

"Did you know you can get chlamydia from koalas?" He asked randomly, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Are you trying to tell me you have a STD?"

"It was just a random fact."

"What are you working on?" I asked, looking over his shoulder and trying to see what he was doing.

"No! Don't look. I'm telling you later." He said but it was too late.

"You're going on tour? What the fuck, Luke?" I pouted.

"Um. I like koalas."

I threw a brush at him, because he was being incredibly difficult.

"Okay! I didn't tell you because I knew you were going to be upset."

"You still should've told me, you fucktard. I wouldn't have gotten mad."

"Yes, you would've."

"How are we going to handle long distance? We see each other almost everyday for fuck's sake."

"We don't have to worry about that now, babe. We still have five months until summer."

I sighed, "Okay. But you have to follow me on Twitter once you get famous."

"I promise. Now can we make out now?"

"Sorry, Luke. Gotta study."

He pouted, "Since when did you care?"

"Grades before babes."