Princess (Luke Hemmings)
i lack the self-control to wait more than two days after posting to post again so. lucky you.
You instinctively rolled your eyes, knowing the comment coming from down the hallway was for you. You ignored it, however, and continued to gather your books for your third period class. The boots striding along the tiled floor of the hall got louder and louder until the clink of a zipper hitting the locker next to yours rang in the air around you.
“You know, it’s not polite to ignore people when they’re talking to you, princess,” Luke shook his head, eliciting another eye roll from you.
Luke Hemmings was the school’s resident bad boy slash soccer team captain, causing trouble everywhere he went. You weren’t as popular – most of your classmates didn’t even know your name – but for some reason, you were the person Luke chose to pine for.
“You know it’s not polite to ignore people when they tell you they don’t want you to call them princess, Hemmings,” you shot back, still not looking at him.
“When have you ever said you don’t want me calling you princess?”
“Ah, let’s see…” you pretended to think about it, “Every time you call me princess?”
“Huh, weird,” he hummed, shrugging, “Anyway, I’ve got a proposition for you.”
“Oh, boy; I can’t wait to hear it,” you said monotonously, shoving your pencil into the spiral of your notebook.