The Bet // Luke Hemmings (Part 1)
Warnings/Rating: 17+, language, smut(not yet), alcohol, and drugs
Word Count: I’ll check later lmao
Synopsis: College fratboy Luke Hemmings makes a bet with his friends concerning innocent virgin Roselyn; he has to take her virginity by the end of the month.
A/N: HEYYYY so this is something that I really felt like writing and I think I’ll turn it into a mini-series??? Idk just tell me if you like it and if you want part 2?
Walking into my Calculus class, I blushed furiously as everyones stares turned from the board, to me, and I quickly found my seat. Letting out a long and dreadful sigh, I set my books down not-so-gently onto my desk and took a seat, ignoring the questioning gazes from my two best friends who sat on either side of me, Camila and Talise.
“Having a bad day there, Mary?”
Gritting my teeth, I ignored the quiet array of chuckles that rose from the group of assholes that sat behind me, focusing on what Mr. Burnack was teaching.
“Seems like you need a good fuck, aye? I could always lend you a hand with that, if you want,”
Whipping around in my seat, I glared at the group of guys that insisted on harrassing me everyday, a select few girls clinging desperately to the outside of the group as my harsh gaze flicked over each of their snickering faces, to land on my main harrasser, none other than Luke Hemmings.
He was your typical douchey, widely popular, college fratboy who got drunk and smoked weed more often than he didn’t, and who didn’t really care about the marks he got in his classes. He was the typical fratboy who had girls throwing themselves at him, left and right, chasing after him like a hungry dog to a bone.
His closest friends were the guys he shared a fraternity with and was almost always seen with them. Their names were Michael, Calum, and Ashton, and each of them also fell under the stereotypical description of your everyday fratboy.
They hadn’t always been this way towards me, everything had started at my first frat party that Talise had been invited too in freshman year, and decided to drag me and Camila along with her.
We’d been sitting in a circle with Luke and his friends, playing a game of truth or dare, and inevitably, I’d been asked to spill the truth about the purity ring I bothered to sport on my ring finger, my cheeks blushing profusely as the words stuttered from my lips.
And from then on, I was known as the ‘prudish virgin’ of the entire college, the name Mary often being said more than my actual name, which drove me absolutely nuts.
Luke’s icy blue eyes met mine, a mean smirk playing on his lips as he chuckled along to his own truly dumb remark, even recieving a few pats on the back as he quirked his brows at me cockily.
“I’d rather get a ‘good fuck’ from the devil himself than get one from you.” I spat quietly before turning back to face the front so I could focus on what Mr. Burnack was explaining.
After everyone was dismissed, I stood from my seat, packing my binders and papers into my bag, and slinging it over my shoulder so I could leave the classroom to catch up with my friends.
“Oh! Roselyn, would you mind staying for a few minutes so I can speak to you about something?” Mr. Burnack called after me from where he was sitting, sorting the disarray of sheets that were sprawled all over his desk.
I groaned internally as I trudged up to his desk, just wanting to head back to the apartment I shared with Talise and Camila, “Yeah?”
“So, I’m just going to cut to the chase and say that Luke, needs a tutor, and since you currently hold the highest average in the class, I’m asking you to do it.”
My expression immediately fell, a little noise of displeasure leaving my lips as I huffed, unable to hold back the whine in my voice as I picked at my manicured nails.
“Why can’t someone else do it?”
Mr. Burnack laughed a little, leaning forwards to place his chin in the palm of his hand as he shook his head, a smile on his slightly wrinkled face.
“Because, Roselyn, I’m asking you to do it. You’ll be fine, I promise.”
“…Fine.” I grumbled after a beat, reluctantly returning his small smile before I turned to leave.
“And would you mind telling him? He’s not aware you’re tutoring him yet.”
“You’re my tutor?” Luke scoffed, staring at Roselyn in disbelief.
He watched as Roselyn nodded slowly, her gaze refusing to meet his, and for some odd reason, he wanted her to look at him. He wanted those warm, clear, brown eyes that though he tried not to admit it to himself, sent a shiver down his spine everytime they stared into his own, trained on him.
“Look at me,” he couldn’t help but quip, a small satisfied smile lifting onto his face as she glanced up, her brows furrowing in confusion.
“That’s more like it, sweetheart,” Luke grinned cockily, watching as she scoffed at him.
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, tucking her long dark hair behind her ears, her expression softening as her pink lips parted to speak again, “When do you wanna start?”
“My place. Tomorrow, at three.”
“-Luke, take this.”
Luke immediately stopped explaining what had happened, and gratefully grabbed the blunt that Ashton had handed him, and stuck it in his mouth, fishing a lighter of his own out of the back pocket of his black skinny jeans so he could light it with ease.
“Dude, if I were you, I’d totally take advantage of that! No doubt she’d be tight, and plus she’s hot as fuck!” Michael declared, his short fingers wrapping around the neck of his beer bottle to lift it to his lips.
Shrugging, Luke inhaled the smoke deeply, letting his limbs relax as it hit his lungs thickly, the smoke curling around his tongue as he held his breath until the urge to breathe became overbearing, and he tilted his head back to let it out in one long exhale.
Calum snorted at Michael’s words, his brown eyes focused intently on the game of FIFA that was currently running on the TV in front of him. “She’d probably never even let him even fondle her, let alone fuck her, he’s an asshole to her.”
Luke snapped his head towards Calum so fast he was almost sure he got whiplash, eyebrows raised in disbelief at his words as he glared at him before opening his mouth to defend himself.
“Fuck you Calum, you’re an asshole to her too!” he retorted, shifting in his spot on the couch to get more comfortable and accidentally hitting Calum’s arm with his elbow in the process, “And are you kidding me? She wants me to fuck her. I bet if I tried, I could have her begging and screaming my name so loud you’d hear it on the other side of campus.”
“Let’s make a bet then,” Ashton piped up from beside him, beer in one hand and phone in the other, a devious smile spreading across his face as he looked up at Luke.
“Fuck yeah!” Calum hooted in excitement, pausing the game and setting his controller down to face Luke, Michael, and Ashton, “If you get Roselyn’s purity ring off by the end of this month, we’ll each give you one hundred bucks, so that’s three hundred dollars in total. Deal?”
Luke paused for a second, taking in the excited expressions of his closest mates and failing to keep a straight face of his own as the corners of his lips twitched up into a tiny smirk.