ALEX
She was a girl who wanted a lot of things.
She wanted to be angrier at Luke, she wanted to be less angry at Michael, she wanted someone to tell her what to do, she wanted to know every secret that would somehow make all of this make sense.
Luke was a no-show today
She wanted to never worry for that boy ever again, she knew he never lost sleep over her and she knew he would not give half a shit if she dropped off the face of the earth but she couldn't help it.
Luke Hemmings was like the weather. Everyone tries to understand him to try and predict his next outburst or reaction but every now and then he will throw a curveball and all the clever people will have to start there charts and data again in order to try and even remotely understand why
But when it comes down too it no one will ever know, no one will be able to predict it all. The boy with the strange old flat and the bad fucking attitude and carries burdens so large that the naked human eye could not see them.
She saw them, she saw him
And she hates herself for that, she should not allow a fascination for a person grown so large that it starts eating away at the things she knows for sure.
Ashton said she should write this all down, that it would make a hilarious middle aged woman novel that he could give to his mother for Christmas. Michael was even less help then that, he told her to stop overthinking and play some dumb video game instead.
So she sat in her new room in her new house with all these new problems and decided change was the problem
People should not be able to change, change is what causes teenage-self-diagnosed-madness that she was currently experiencing
Change and the weather
Getting on the bus the next morning was torture, it was empty, besides 4 uni kids at the very back listening to indie music with hand-knitted nature beanies and some prissy-named coffee that they drank every day. Luke seat was empty, but Luke was still there, in her seat.
He was smiling smugly at her, she rolled her eyes and sat Infront of him, put her headphones in and pretended she couldn't feel him breathing on her conscience
"Not going to ask where I was yesterday?" He pressed
"Don't care"
"Liar" he hissed
"Hypocrite" she mumbled
"Wow blue you're giving me whiplash here"
"Oh I'm giving you whiplash? Oh master Luke I can't imagine how that feels I am so dearly sorry" she snapped back, her words leaving a sour taste in her mouth
"It's Tuesday" he said
"Great observation"
"Can you fucking not!" He growled
"Can you? God, just stop talking to me, or better yet piss off and make my life a little less of a hell hole"
More of that sour taste
"Ha, interesting, contradicting what your ego has told you I don't actually want to talk to you I just want to know if you are still planning on tutoring me?"
"Tutoring? So I can sit there and be insulted? Yeah sounds like great fun"
"Ahh so your hanging out with ashton?"
"Ashton? What the hell-"
"Well you're obviously not seeing Michael because even I know you're way to intellectual for him so it much be ashton, should of guessed goodie's where your thing"
"I'm not seeing ashton"
"Yikes, don't get defensive now" he snickered
She yelled for the bus driver to stop and instantly got off the bus as quick as possible in the middle of nowhere in a city she doesn't know at 6 am
She couldn't sit there any longer, she couldn't breath when he was around, the very substance that passed through his dry lips was like poison when it touched her skin and she was not going to sit there and let him kill her
Luke will not control her, he maybe be the weather, a lighting storm on the horizon but she is not scared of a little rain
