Nerd | [Part Five.]
Summary: Where Luke is pretentious and Y/N is a nerd.
Warning: PG-13
word count: 2594
{Part One.} {Part Two.} {Part Three.} {Part Four.}
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It had been a lonely week, surprisingly Luke hadn't been to school.. all week, sure most people skipped, but as much as a 'bad boy' Luke was, he never skipped, and the more I pestered his friends where he was, the quieter they got.
"Just tell me!" I whined stopped Calum in the hallway, blocking his path, His jaw was tight and he avoided eye contact, I could see he was about to tell me something, I knew I could get the details out of him.
"It's not my story to tell Y/N." He shook his head, trying to get past me, I was close to tears, I just wanted to know what happened, why wasn't Luke showing up? where had he gone?
"Cal.." My voice cracked putting my hand on his arm just as the second bell rang.
"No." He said more to himself, "When Luke comes back, he can tell you."
"When will he come back?! Why am I so in dark about this? He needs to get his grades up for football, Where is he even?" Now a tear had escaped my eye but I quickly wiped it away, hoping Calum didn't see it.
"I'm sorry Y/N." His face softened, walking around me.
I sighed, looking at the ground, I was so frustrated, seeing him not in his seat the first day made me a little disappointed and I didn't really know why, but I blew it off, then the second day... and then the third day, where all of his friends had sorrow looks of concern all lunch as I questioned them, but not one direct answer.
And I hated to admit it, but I was Used to his annoying attitude, and pointless arguments, the way he spun his pen in his hand in boredom, just the little things he did, it felt lonely without him in the seat next to mine, to have my personal space invaded more than once a day.
Plus, I had no one to protect me, and the people had been taking advantage of that, to getting shoved in a dumpster, to getting tripped, and Etc.
"Where's your boyfriend Y/L/N?" The girl giggled, her friends laughing along, I kept my head down, staring at the empty seat int he corner of my eye.
Don't listen to them.
I whispered to myself, but I knew as much as these girls, where was Luke?
"Did he get tired of you not putting out?"
Tightening my grip on my pencil, He wasn't even my boyfriend.
"Or did mister bad boy realize he didn't need to protect you anymore? that you were dragging him down the social latter, he probably killed himself-"
"He's fine!" I yelled turning around in anger facing the girls, but I was more or less telling myself, that, what if Luke really had. . . . No, he wouldn't.
After that day I refused to think any further about that topic, and I was going to get some answers.
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I had a nervous sweat on the top of my forehead, and my rib cage felt restricted, that was a bad idea, I was going to get caught, and never make it to my dream college, okay clearly I was over thinking this but still.
I had just broken into the principal's office, to get Luke's files I honestly I was surprised with myself to be able to lock pick his door after two minutes of nervous sweating and contemplating turning around and running away.
Luke's file mostly consisted of fights, and unnecessary violence from what it sounded like, and of course: his address.
I was reaching a whole new level of stalking.
Turns out he only lived a ten-minute walk away from my house, ugh why hadn't I just asked Calum where he lived? it would have saved me a whole lot of anxiety.
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The doorbell rang from inside, and I heard a rough voice call "Coming!" as I was met with a shorter version of Luke. . and much older, this must be his Dad.
"Uh hi-"
"Sorry I'm not buying anything, nor do I want to join your church." as he started to shut the door on me.
"No! uh is Luke here?" I winced when what seemed to be Luke's father slammed the door on foot, as I felt like crying out in my pain, my foot burning.
"Oh, well Luke is grounded from seeing any of his little girlfriends, sorry." Yet again, Luke's father started to close the door.
"No, I'd never be his girlfriend!" I spoke my mind and then blanched in embarrassment processing my own words, "I mean your son is attractive and all but not AT ALL my type, honestly he's the nicest. . . Nevermind! anyway, I have his homework and stuff, and I was really wanting to talk to him about a project in English." I didn't even have English with Luke, but I was desperate at this point to talk to the rude blonde.
"Come on in." His dad sighed, opening the door fully, and from my viewpoint, I could see a kitchen, and a staircase, the house being very quiet besides's what looked like football was on the T.V
"He's in his bedroom, through that doorway, are some stairs to his room in the basement." Luke's father pointed to a stained white door next to another doorway to what looked like a half-bath, they had a big house for it to be so empty.
"Thank you mister Hemmings." I smiled thankfully, hauling my heavy backpack with all of Luke's homework, and his mighty big folder that should belong in the principles office right now.
Opening the door I was immediately greeted with a non-carpeted staircase, of stained normal wood boards, and it made me questions Luke's choice of a bedroom, I walked down the stairs, it was pretty dim and smelled like Luke, and I couldn't help the butterflies that filled my tummy, because of not smelling Luke's scent for a week now.
"Lu-" I paused seeing a king sized bed with a unmoving figure laying half naked, his physique laying lazily, as his chest gently rose and fell, but what caught my attention were the scars on his chest and stomach, and his face.
I dropped my backpack, making my way over to his bed, the more I got closer, the more bruises and scratches I was able to see, my mouth hanging open in shock, and I now realized why he was staying home.
I sat down on the corner of his bed hesitantly, "Luke." I shook his shoulder gently, I felt bad for waking him up, but I've been waiting a week for a straight forward answer.
"Y/N? What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice husky with sleep, his eyes squinted from sleep and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion a shy bit of anger.
"Yeah. . . I-I-I got your homework . . . yeah." my eyes trailed away from his left eye which looks like it used to almost look swollen shut, but looked pretty healed now.
"You know I was coming back to school tomorrow anyway . . ." as He sat up he rolled his eyes, wincing slightly but quickly changed his composure hoping I didn't notice.
"What Happened?" I asked, he was just wearing boxers, maybe if he wasn't injured I would be ogling over him, but I was concerned about what happened more.
"It's a long-"
"A long story? yeah, I've been told that the last week from your friends." I spoke monotony, he looked away from me, bringing his hand up to rub his eyes, "I only play 21 questions Y/N, with someone I'm sleeping with."
"So Look I'm not in the mood-" He started out saying standing up.
"That's going to get infected if you don't change the bandages." I interrupted my finger barely grazing the side of his hip that had a white cloth bandaged that was taped to his side, clearly didn't use a first aid kit very often, but what normal person used a first aid kit averagely?
I had already started to reach for my backpack, Luke trying to explain why 'He didn't want my help' but I wasn't about to listen to him when he clearly needed help.
"Y/N stop! I'm fine, seriously! I don't want your help." Luke grabbed my wrist stopping me from peeling back his old bandage, which he really needed to change before he got worse, how come his dad hasn't taken him to the hospital?
"But you need my help." I glared him down, Luke sat down at the edge of his bed, he looked exhausted even after his nap, I didn't blame him though as I pulled out disinfecting spray on from my small carry on first aid kit.
My dad was in a strange gambling system when I was younger and I'd always 'Patch him up' with my little hello kitty bandages and kiss his boo boo's when I was younger, I missed my dad, he probably got into more trouble than he could handle, and ran away . . . that's what I like telling myself remembering the good times with my dad but my brother say's he ran away with a prostitute to Vegas or something, and even after all these years I kept a first aid kit on myself.
"WHAT THE FUCK." Luke hissed out in pain standing up and walking a few paces away from the bed as I sprayed the disinfectant on his wound.
"Stop being a baby and come here," I complained reaching out and grabbing his arm pulling him towards back where he was sitting, our legs now touching.
"Don't touch me with that demon spray ever again." He grumbled taking the small bottle away from me just for good measure, I shook my head smiling softly but then focusing on the deep cut on his side.
"Dear Lord Luke." I wasn't so sure I wanted to ask anymore.
"Why do you keep the first kit on you anyway?" Luke questioned.
"Who attacked you?" I questioned back muttering back my own response to busy trying not to hurt him as I wiped gently at the edges seeing him flinch every so often as we both became silent.
"Only Y/N Y/L/N would carry a first aid kit." He laughed lightly shaking his head as well, his laugh did things to me I didn't want to describe, why did he have so an effect on me when he didn't even like me?
"I got in a fight over you.." Luke said abruptly, I paused looking up in confusion at his baby blue eyes, that looked a little bit guilty.
"What? Why?!" sitting up fully, I crossed my arms, why would he need to fight? especially over me?
"That guy Kevin kept on saying crap in my biology class, and then kept on saying he could easily shag you and other stuff when he shouldn't even be saying that stuff you know?" Luke shrugged awkwardly, "And I shouldn't have been listening to him, but his words got to me and I threw the first punch, and then yeah . . . I got suspended, but after I left school his friends decided they wanted to get even with me." Luke looked away from my tense gaze, I blinked a few times staring a the boy before me, he seriously just did this because they said some bullshit?
"And I got Ash and Michael to threaten the class to not post anything so you wouldn't get mad, you're a little scary you know that?" He laughed shaking his head, my eyes studied him, He looked upset with himself, and he looked like he hadn't shaved since he's been gone from school his chin prickled with a stubble and his body covered in scars he had gotten from fighting over me.
The girl who didn't have any friends until now, the girl who knew more about school then what was cool in this day in age, the girl who was a nerd.
In a way it made sense, but on the surface it nothing but confusing, But Luke looked simple on the outside but was nothing but confusing on the inside, maybe I liked him because he was different, he didn't praise me for being smart, everyone thought it was amazing that I could solve a math problem easily, when I felt like I had more problems on the inside but no one saw past that, but I felt like Luke saw that, he saw past peoples lies and got straight to the point.
I felt light headed from all this thinking, and especially how my small crush on the blonde jerk made everything so much more . . . complicated.
"Y/N?" Luke waved his hand in front of my face as he bit his lip slightly.
"S-Sorry." I shook my head as if I shook my head enough all these feelings and thoughts would go away.
" . . . What now?" He whispered, Luke kept on glancing at me nervously, I never seen him like this, he was normally confident.
I didn't know how to answer, it made sense why Kevin walked in with a bruised cheek the other day or how people kept on looking at me weirdly, and how Kevin's gang of friends kept on picking on me before one of Luke's friends stepped in guiding me away from them.
I looked back at Luke his eyes soft and warm, changing to a cloudy blue his hair still tousled messily, and my feelings were all over the place yet again, whenever I wanted to tell Luke something the look on his face stopped me, and I was stuck in my thoughts unable to answer anything, the way his lip ring made him ten times hotter than I noticed before most of the time he went to school without it in, mostly because he normally got dragged to the principles office, the way his lips looked softer and irresistible, words didn't describe my stomach flipping.
Before I could stop myself I leaned forward slowly and kissed his cheek closing my eyes softly, as my lips lingered on his cheek longer than I wanted to admit, my eyes fluttered open I leaned away from him my face turning red, why did I do that?! I looked away from Luke's face knowing I'd just become more embarrassed, I started putting away my first aid kit beside's the dressings for his hip that needed to be wrapped around his waist.
He laughed for a second, "Y/N, Look at me." But I couldn't bring myself to, I'd just become frozen in his gaze.
His fingertips touched my cheek turning my head, and I was met with his smile, he looked less tired than before.
"Thank you." He leaned forward his own eyes shutting as I found myself shutting my eyes to his lips grazing mine and the butterflies in stomach went insane a part of me becoming content.
He leaned away from my face now bright red I guarantee, I found myself wishing he was kissing me again, wait.. we kissed?! shit.
"I-I should really go, um here's your homework, and I-I Like you. Bye!" I tossed him his folder along with his homework, and ran up his staircase as fast as I could nearly tripping and falling down the wooden staircase, did I just tell him I liked him? Dear Lord Jesus kill me now!
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{Part Six}
I’m so Sorry I haven’t been updating, I had a fallout with my old friends since kindergarten bc they didn’t agree with me being bi, Made a whole new friend group where I get treated like a princess, and get called babe, Made a Youtube channel with them, run a meme account, and now I’m enrolling in a school.. so, that happened.
