Sassing Mr. Hemmings || l.h ||

Chapter 18

"Are you sure, Niall fucking Horan from One Direction likes us?" Michael said and Luke nodded in confirmation.

Michael started squealing and jumping around again with the rest of the other lads.

And here I am sitting. Because of this fucking cast.

"Well.. Um.. Michelle, I love your cast," Ashton cleared his throat after that long fangirling session.

I groaned, "I didn't pick the colors, okay? Luke did!"

They all turned to Luke with looks of judgment.

"Is there something you're not telling us, Luke?"

"Are you secretly gay?"

"It's ok, we won't judge. We'll love you either way."

"We can get through this together."

Luke's face turned bright red.

"No! N-n-no! You guys know damn well I'm straight."

"Well maybe Michelle turned you gay," Calum joked.

"Nope I'm straight as ever," he winked, slinging his arm around my shoulder.

"Get together already," Calum groaned.

"Well if you haven't noticed, he's kind of my teacher."

"No one has to know." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"You guys are ridiculous," Luke said, "Now I've got to carry her back to her house."

"Don't do anything naughty!" Michael hollered at us.

I flipped him the finger and got a response along the lines of, "Nice finger boner."

Luke lifted me up carefully an carried me bridal style to my house.

He rode the elevator up to my room and laid me back on my bed.

"'Night," he said, kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight, Luke," I dozed off as he crawled back to his room from my window.

~

"MICHELLE," an annoying asshole woke me up in the morning.

I groaned, "Go away."

"Michelle," the person whined.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I exclaimed, opening my eyes to see Colton in my room.

"Come to a party with me tonight," he grinned.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because, as you can see, my leg is in a fucking cast," I pointed out, exasperated.

He took a look at my leg and burst out laughing.

"HAHAHHAHAHA OH MY GOD. PINK AND SPARKLES? WHAT THE FUCK?" He said in between laughter.

"Luke picked it out," I pouted.

"Anyway," he cleared his throat, "Come to a party with me."

"Who's house?" I groaned, knowing I won't be able to fight with him.

"Noah's house. It's gonna be a live party."

"You couldn't have called me?" I asked, irritated, "It's fucking six in the morning you fucking asshole! I fucking hate you! You're just fucking jealous that I'm better than you. That's why you're waking me up and all this bullshit." I ranted to him like how Kim Kardashian yelled at Khloe for waking her up and it didn't even make sense.