Bruises ? Luke Hemmings a.u

One.

Calum's flat is in the town centre, and I often lie to Luke about my whereabouts while Calum fucks me right into oblivion. While my relationship with Calum probably isn't healthy for me, acting as my own personal coping mechanism, a distraction from the things I want to run from, it works. And who am I to fight against something that works?

I can usually be very open with Luke, with only a twelve year age gap, he is very easy to be around. However, I believe it be best to lie about certain situations. And any situations involving boys are situations to lie about.

It's not that he's strict about me seeing anyone. I believe it's just something that he finds uncomfortable to talk about. Being so young himself, talking about relationships to a seventeen year old you're raising probably isn't the easiest conversation to have. And I often avoid any conversations regarding Calum, as Luke strongly disapproves.

But of course he still grounded me for 'thinking I'm clever' and 'scaring him to death'. But it didn't stop him from laughing at my ridiculous excuse though. And I mean real laugh, like he used to do when my mum was still alive. And it's the small moments like that that make me gleeful. Knowing I'm able to make him smile makes me feel less guilty for being a burden to him.

"Well, after I read your history paper last night, you impressed me. I could tell how hard you worked on it. Figured you deserved a 'get out of jail free card'."

"You really liked it?" I ask him. History is important to me. It's a subject I want to study at University, and pursue a career as a history teacher. I'm hoping to leave college with all A's, so I can go to my dream university in Manchester, close to home so I can still see Luke as often as I can. Thinking about moving hours away from home, away from him, it unsettles me. I know I wouldn't be able to cope without seeing him. Just like he did with my mum, he makes me feel alive, and being around him makes me happier than I would ever admit to him.

Luke nods, his eyes still on the road ahead. "Yeah. Like I said, you impressed me. You know it takes a lot to impress me. You're definitely getting an A on that, Darlin'."

I grin. "You really think so?"

He glances at me quickly, before returning his attention back at the road ahead. "I know so," he says with a smile that makes me blush, because making him smile affects me in ways they probably shouldn't. "And when you do, I might just have to treat my favourite girl."

"Oh yeah?" I grin. "And what's my treat?"

"I guess we'll decide when you show me that A," he says, pulling up outside of my college.

I see that Calum is waiting for me by the gates, and when Luke notices, he scowls.
"You're still seeing him?" He asks, his voice displeased.

"We're just friends," I tell him, rolling my eyes. I've never understood his hatred for Calum. The few times that Calum has conversed with Luke, he was nothing but polite, even calling him, Sir, for Christ's sake. Yet, Luke still doesn't like him. He say's he has 'bad intentions', but I think it's more to do with the fact that Calum has tattoo's and drives a motorcycle than anything else, which I find ridiculous given that Luke has his lip pierced.

It's strange, given that he is a fully grown twenty-nine year old man with a job that makes him go to work in well tailored suits, yet he somehow pulls it off.

Luke is attractive, with his perfectly ruffled dark blonde hair that looks extra soft today, making me itching to touch it, run my fingers through it to test how true my hypothesis is. His jaw is strong, and his shoulders are broad. The expensive leather belt he often wears through the loops of his suit trousers accentuate his narrow waist, only making his arms and shoulders look even more broad. And while everything about him is all man, he's still youthful in how he carries himself.