Silenced Heart

Luke Hemmings loves the fame. The sound of the girls screaming his name and the flashing lights. His band members see this, so they make a bet. If he can last without the fame, he'll be paid. Luke goes back to school, and he meets a girl who flips his entire world upside down. When the bets over, he has one of the biggest decisions he'll ever have to make: leave her or hold on for as long as he can.


11. Chapter 11


Hope asked me if we could start the project some other time. I agreed and left without another word to anyone in the crazed house.

I took the bus home (not like I knew where I was going).

I had found my way to my apartment building without much of a problem. It took about forty minutes due to heading north instead of south and having to tag along with the bus on its route from the start.

I thanked the man who drove me to my destination receiving a sneer of annoyance.

I guess that's normal here?

I just smiled weakly once more before trudging up the many stairs to my third floor.

Ross had today off because I didn't have to perform with lads tonight. But I knew calum would call me about forty times.

I chucked my bag onto my black leather sofa and proceeded into the kitchen to fetch myself a banana.

I peeled it as I plopped my bottom onto the sofa.

I pulled out my laptop from my case and started to research for our project.




Calum called me, like I predicted, to talk about monkeys.

"I'm so lost," I confessed once he started babbling on about how monkeys are like humans in ways.

"Stay with me, Lucas!" he commanded. I let out a chuckle.

"How are you guys?" I asked him, plopping a grape into my mouth.

"Good. We miss you!" he whined. I chuckled once more.

"Thanks. It's boring here," I whispered. A knock came from my front door.

"Aww. Poor Lukey. Don't worry; it'll all go back to normal once you get caught!" Claum snickered. I could picture the smug smirk on his face. I wanted to slap it off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hold on a second."

I made my way to my front door and opened it to be met by a middle-aged man with a warm smile and slick black hair.

"Hello, are you the one who lives in this building?" I nodded my head wearily.

"My name's Grant. I live in this building." I stared at him as if saying anything else? He continued, "My family thought that since you were new here, we'd bring you some house-warming gifts."

Yeah, a bomb?

He answered my question by handing me a plate of what looked like cookies. I thanked him, and he later left.

"Who was that? Are you replacing me with a new best friend?!" he screamed on terror.

"No. That was some man who lives. He gave me cookies." I tossed the plate in the trash. They looked delicious, but they could have poisoned them. He looked like a nice man, but you never know.

"Oh. I'd throw them out," he suggested. I told him that I already took care of that.

"So, how are things going?" he started with the conversation.

"Good. I just put on a project with this girl, Hope."

He soon asked questions. Many questions. Like what does she look like, what she says to me, and other dumb things.

I continued on to tell him about this afternoon at her household.

"Whoa. She sounds.....nice," he dryly stated. I knew he was thinking that she was odd just from my story.

"She's actually pretty nice. I mean I barely know her, but she seems alright. Not my type, though."

Wait, I don't even have a type!

"Oh. Ok. We don't want you falling in love now do we?" I rolled my eyes at his remark.

"Trust me, that will not happen," I bluntly replied while shoving a handful of grapes into my open mouth.

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