Teenage Dirtbag / 5SOS

Chapter 1

Hi everyone! This story is based off Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus. I hope you like it! ALSO: please check out my other Luke story called Don't. Thanks! :)

I sighed, biting my lip as I watched her shimmy up the rope. Climbing a rope was an old fashioned thing to do in gym class, but at the moment I wasn't complaining. Never had I been so grateful that the girls were allowed to wear short shorts during P.E.

Her short shorts were definitely the best.

I couldn't help but stare at her ass as she neared the top of the rope, high above the sticky blue mat on the floor. Suddenly she was ringing the bell at the top, the clang of brass echoing through my head. I watched her slide to the ground and clapped along with the rest of the class, acknowledging the fact that she had made it to the top.

As soon as her purple keds touched the ground, she ran over to me, throwing her arms around my neck. I caught her in surprise, my arms circling around her waist. She didn't just hug me every day.

"Oh, Luke," she said, her breath tickling my ear. I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face as she pulled back slowly, her green eyes sparkling despite the crappy lighting of the gym. My blood was rushing, my heart pounding. Her lips were getting closer and closer to mine. "Luke... Luke... LUKE!"

I sit bolt upright, my bed sheets fall to my waist. I groan and run a hand through my tousled hair. Her name is Noelle, and I've had another dream about her. My mom is standing in the doorway, staring at me with a disturbed look on her face.

"You're going to be late if you don't get up now," she says exasperatedly, shaking her head and leaving my room. I glance at my useless alarm clock and see that it's seven thirty, and I've got gym class in half an hour. Real gym class, which isn't as good as dream gym class.

Who has gym class first period, anyway?

I hear something hit my window, and then something else hit my window, so I finally throw the covers off and stand, stretching my arms to the ceiling before I tug my boxers to a higher place on my waist and walk to the window. I push up the glass pane and rest my elbows on the sill, smirking at the very girl I'd just been dreaming about.

She was standing next to her window in the house next door, and assortment of things to throw at my window in her hands. They're the same things she tries to hit my window with every morning, ever since I'd moved into this house when we were seven years old.

"Morning babe," I say lazily.

"Hurry up, Luke! You're going to make us late!" she calls, pointing to the invisible watch on her wrist. "And don't call me babe!"

She disappears into her room, and I roll my eyes, pushing the window back down and scanning the floor for a clean t-shirt and pair of skinny jeans. Five minutes later, I'm in the kitchen, straightening my band t-shirt and shoving my feet into my black vans.

I grab my keys off the kitchen counter and shoulder my backpack, about to walk out the door when my mom's voice stops me.

"LUKE! Eat some breakfast, why don't you?" she says exasperatedly, gesturing to the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table. I roll my eyes, grab the two pieces of toast from the plate, and run back through the door.

"Bye mom!"

I hear here groan as I jog to the driveway, unlocking the car for Noelle, who is leaning against the passenger door. It's seven forty five. We're not that late.

"I swear, Luke, if I get a tardy because of you -"

"You can walk to school," I suggest, cutting her off.

She rolls her eyes and fastens her seatbelt as I chuck my bag into the backseat, starting the car. She puts her backpack next to mine and then puts her feet up on the dashboard, pulling at the white laces on her keds.

I smirk as I think back to my dream and the way she looked when her face was inches from mine.

"Luke can you watch the road please?!" she demands loudly, tying the laces into a perfect bow and glaring at me.

"Shit, Noelle," I grumble, making a left turn onto Monument Drive, the road on which our school was located.

"I mean, I know I'm hot and all but -"

I take one of my hands off the wheel to flip her off, and she giggles as I pull into the school parking lot. God, her laugh is amazing.

Once I'm parked, we exit the car and grab our backpacks, mine a plain black and hers purple, just like her shoes. The squeal of tires and yelling announces the arrival of the stupid flaming orange Camaro. Noelle's face lights up and she starts toward that end of the parking lot.

"Mike's here!" she says excitedly. I fucking hate Mike.

"Ugh, he's a dick, Noe," I say, trying to pull on her arm.

"So? You're a dick and I hang out with you," she retorts, escaping my grasp and heading off towards her boyfriend.

"He probably brings guns to school!" I yell at her. That's definitely the type of shit her boyfriend would do.

She reaches behind her and flips me off over her shoulder before quickening her pace towards the camaro. I roll my eyes and groan.

That was Noelle, my best friend of ten years. And she doesn't know who I am. Well she does, but not the way I wish she did. And she doesn't give a damn about me. At least not the way I want her to.

She has no idea that I've been in love with her, ever since the day I became her neighbor.