5 Seconds of Summer Imagines

11-Punks pt.3 Luke Hemmings

The smile I had on never left my face that day. I had more pep in my step, more interest in paying attention to Mr. Melon (yes, that was his name although it was pronounced Mee-lan) blab on about the Civil War, his round body accompanied by a very high voice and a very unsuitable beard. However bad he was, not a thing could dampen my mood. All my friends looked at me like I was growing a horn right between my eyes when I sat down at lunch.
"How are you guys doing?" I asked, attempting to stick my fork in a rock-hard blob that was supposed to be mashed potatoes on my tray.
"Good..." Ashton replied "Why are you so happy? We have a huge Science test tomorrow. There is nothing to be happy about."
"Oh but maybe there is." Michael said, a smirk on his face. "Something tells me it's a girl."
Calum looked at me, an eyebrow raised.
"Is it that cutie with the purple hair? What's her name? Melissa? Yeah that's it. Is it her?" I glanced over at the girl Michael thought was named Melissa, but was really named Marcy. She was cute I guess. Lots of piercings covered her face, tattoos covering her arms.
"No, it's not Marcy." I simply replied.
"Then who?" Calum asked.
"Can't say."
The bell rang, signaling lunch was over. I hopped up and rushed to throw my inedible lunch away. As I passed my table on the way out the door I said "Bye guys!" Only to be given suspicious looks. Only 3 more periods until dismissal. It seemed like ages to wait. But for her, I'd wait forever.