Reject (on hold)

Part 3

„Um, I don't really mind" I said while getting to the corridor the French class in.

„shit how do you say sorry for being late, in French?” I asked him as he frowned and shrugged. At least I wasn't the only one that was shit at french.

„Okay let's just go for it.” he said opening the door as the entire class directed their attention to us. It must look like something happened between us two, again, kind of.

„Sorry Ms, we had to stay back a bit in our history class” I explained as she nodded and told us to sit down.

„Hemmings did it again!” someone shouted as I gave them a glare, not quite sure if it was the right person.

"That's enough, continue with your work” our teacher said, pointing to the board which showed which page in our books we had to do.

The class went by fast and the rest of the day went fairly quickly. I texted my mam saying I was going over to a friends house and she replied to be home before 7.

Everyone was at their lockers now, getting books for their homework and putting away books they didn't need. My friends walked over to me all cheery and I wondered what caused their good mood.

„Hey guys” I smiled and closed my locker as they said hello's.

„You ready?” Chloe asked as I lifted an eyebrow.

"For what....” I encouraged her to continue.

„Our movie night?” Laura said as if its obvious and shit I completely forgot about it.

"Fuck, sorry!” I groaned as I rubbed your forehead. „I have to go over to Luke's house” I said while people turned to look at me.

„Was he that good?” the same guy that made the comment in French class asked and I gave him yet another glare.

"Suck my ass” I rolled my eyes and he slapped my  behind

„My pleasure” he said as he walked away.

„Ew I'm literally going to puke” Clara said as he walked away and I couldn't agree more.

 „Sorry guys, he's my history tutor from today on until the end of the semester” I frowned as all their faces changed.

„Too bad, have fun, see you tomorrow” Clara sighed as they all waved to me and left the school.

I sat down on the floor beside my locker as Luke was already 15 minutes late. I heard footsteps and I was mistaken when I thought it would be Luke.

The same guy from French, Alex, walked past and took a few steps back when he saw me.

„Is your lover boy not around?” he asked, carrying a bag of footballs.

"Go away” I sighed standing up and deciding to just go home. I heard the bag dropping to the floor as the next thing I felt was your back stinging. Alex had me pinned to the lockers, his breath fanning on my skin.

 „You need to stop being so rude” he barked into my ear as he grabbed my inner thighs. I hissed from the pain he was sending through my legs and he suddenly let go, dropping me back on my feet.

He took the bag of footballs and rushed out of the school and to the football pitch.

„We'll end this later” he called out. I looked down the corridor, to see what stirred him and I noticed Luke, running towards me with about 10 different books in his hands, his glasses at the bridge of his nose.

„Sorry I'm late! I was picking out all these books from the library, I didn't know how much history you actully know” he cleared his throat and I nodded, looking at the mark Alex has left, just below my shorts.

„Oh my god are you okay?” Luke asked as he looked at your thigh and the finger prints on it.

„Yeah, let's go” I shrugged it off but he scared the shit out of me.

 What did he mean we'll end this later? What a fucking creep.

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 Wtf alex get yourself together. Violence is not the answer i mean look at poor loser luke!

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