Nerd. [Part 4.]
Summary: Where Luke is pretentious and Y/N is a nerd.
Warning: PG-13
word count: 1000
{part one} {Part two} {Part three}
"Here is your sandwich." I gritted my teeth, handing Luke yet more food, that's usually the most he bosses me around for, and to a point, I want to throw his food at him, god is he annoying.
"Aww, aren't you sweet." He smirked, as I took a seat at their lunch table, even Ashton seemed a little annoyed with me getting up so much to get food.
"Yeah, yeah, can't I just do my homework in peace?" Shaking my head, I looked back at my biology papers.
"Nah." he shrugged, taking a giant bite out of his sandwich, at least he wasn't resorting to sexist jokes, like how I was 'supposed to make a sandwich.' but Luke luckily didn't reach that level of disgusting.
"In case you didn't know we have a history speech, so if you would gladly shut the fuck up." I put my glasses back on, trying to focus on the speech I wrote over the weekend, the key was to make it really clickbaity and entertaining, but fact full and not just complete copy and paste shit.
"Wre?" Luke said half of his tuna sandwich nearly falling out of his mouth, clearly, he hasn't been paying attention in class.
"Yes," I avoided calling him a 'fuck tard.' as much as possible. "Remeber Tuesday? where everyone had to get in a group of two?" I sighed not bothering with looking at my long speech, and taking off my glasses, Luke's figure no longer as blurry.
"Oh that, I wonder why no one asks to partner with me?" Luke pouted taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Maybe because of you're scary and intimating," Calum spoke up.
"You aren't nice to people." Ashton chimed in.
"You broke Chad O'Conner's nose?" Michael looked up from his youtube video on his phone.
"You're a fuck tard." I patted Luke's shoulder giving him a smiley grin, clearly not holding back on my own insults.
"Okay! damn, anything else you guys wanna tell me?!" Luke grunted putting down his sandwich, Looking across the Bench at his three close friends.
Michael opened his mouth but before he could say anything.
"Don't even." Luke glared.
"Alright, mister pissy pants." Michael turned up his youtube video, which consisted of 'dank meme's of 2016.'
I giggled, Luke facial expression softened, nearly smiling, but then giving me a quick glare, I cleared my throat as I felt my body feel numb just looking towards Luke, I was so dumb, I needed to stop right now, he was just another guy.
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"And that is our speech, thank you, everyone." My classmates grinned and went back to their seat, my knee shook anxiously, I was barely prepared and by the way, Luke was playing 'Flip the bottle' or some bullshit on his phone, I knew he was barely even close to ready.
"Y/N and Luke?" My history, Miss.Pennington looked towards me and Luke who were in the back, I nudged Luke's arm motioning for him to get up.
I could feel a cold sweat on my palms but tried not to ruin my penmanship on my paper, preparing so hard for this, but I could never be ready for public speaking, ever.
Luke tugged on my arm, motioning for me to move a little bit faster to the front of the class, I nearly dropped my paper that had 500 words of pure shit, I was shit, I was going to fail... I was never going to graduate, kill me now.
"I- um this is our speech on The Great Depression," I looked up at the class, my throat tightened, and all I could focus on was the eyes staring at me, it's okay Y/N, just imagine them in their underwear.... nope.
"The.. the." I closed my eyes, trying to find my words, my ears ringing, I couldn't hear myself, was breathing?! how do I breath?!
Luke grabbed the paper from my hand, his words all just an empty echo, he.. he was saying our speech.
My ears ringing, I couldn't focus on anything else besides's his steady tone, eye's staring down anyone who even glanced at me in worry or any emotion that might be bad, he had a tone of authority, he was calm and collected. not me.
"Thank you." Luke murmured, looking at as if saying, 'We should sit down.'
I followed close behind him, I still felt everyone was staring at me, they probably all thought I was a loser, Oh god I am a loser.
I sat down as the next person went up with their well-presented speech, laying my head down on my desk, I was going to fail, no one would like me, I'd end up working at McDonald's-
"You did well," Luke whispered, I looked through my strands of hair in my face, my head tilting from my smothered in my desk now up at his Curelean eyes, that felt cool and relaxed.
"I failed, everyone was staring at me." I felt tears start to brim my eyes again so I buried my face back into my desk.
"No, that speech was really good, it's okay not be able to publicly speak, everyone has their fears." Luke shifted in his seat, I was surprised by his kind-hearted words, he looked honestly a little uncomfortable with his words too.
"Thank you, I would probably still been stuttering in front of the class if it wasn't for you. " I let out a breath of relief, briefly smiling at him,
I cleared my throat, turning my face back to unemotional and unattached, He did the same, both of us staying quiet for a second not knowing what to say to one another.
"This doesn't change anything, Nerd."
"Yep totally. . . . Mister pissy pants." I snorted under my breath, as Luke kicked my shin.
(Part Five)
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I know I promised smut this chapter, but my brain had a wonderful Idea and like it’s going to be ten times more awesome next chapter, and then this series should be finished in just two more chapters, sweet Jesus, I’m not ready.
