"Kat wake up" someone said while shaking the hell out of me.
"Ugh what!?" I said.
"We're partners for this project." Luke said with a grin.
"The hell you smiling about? And what project." I said in an angry way.
"Smiling because I'm with you also I can mess with you." Luke said with a smirk.
"Can't mess with me if I'm ditching." I said with a smirk.
"I'll show up to your house. Don't forget we're neighbors." Like said while looking at me.
Fuck my life.
I forgot he's my neighbor. Eh but who can I blame. I'm not home and I don't pay attention to who lives by me.
"Right. I forgot." I said.
"Stop coming home at 4am. You slam the door so loud." Luke said.
"Mind your own business." I said.
"No can do babe. I worry about you." Luke said with a smirk/pout.
"Not your babe. And don't worry about me. No one should." I said. And went back to sleep.
•10 minutes later•
The bell dismiss everyone for there next class.
I took out my phone and saw an unknown number
Text: should put a passcode on your phone- L ;)
I texted back: Luke Hemmings how dare you!
I put my phone into my pocket and rush to my locker hoping Taylor would be there.
"Taylor! Math homework now!" I demanded.
"Oh shit! Here. Thanks." He said and hurried off.
When I turned back I bumped into Luke.
"You're in a hurry." He said with a smirk.
"Yeah. I'm not going to afford detention again." I said.
"Detention is not bad. I'm always there." He said with a smirk.
"Oh good for you. Now move!" I said.
He did what I said.
"See you in detention!" He yelled.
This bitch did that in purpose.
I showed up to math late now I have detention.
Text to: 😾Luke
I hate you Luke!
From: 😾Luke
See you babe😘.
Just when I thought dog tag was bad. Now it got even worse.
All thanks to Luke Hemmings.
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Teenage DirtBag |5sos|
Fanfiction"You're just a bad boy and I'm just a teenage DirtBag". What's up! I'm Katie but call me Kat. I'm known to be a rebel and basically this whole town knows that I am too. "Stay away from her" is what I hear mostly from mothers, but people still choose...
