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.

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17. Chapter 17

I've been really bad with updating...I'm sorry.

I'm going to start updating (hopefully) every Thursday! But here's just a short chappie because the last sucked. (I wrote it last week and uploaded today)

I'm going to try my hardest. Thanks. Love you all!

Maria

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-Luke-

I strolled into my classroom after lunch with a grim expression.

Mondays aren't my days, you could say, no matter what is on my agenda.

My teacher flashed me a quick smile, seeing as I was the first one in the classroom.

"So, Carson, how was your weekend?" she questioned, leaning on her elbows.

"It was nice. I just stayed in, that's all." She nodded her head, her eyes flickering to the students walking through the door.

"That's great," she finished.

The class was long and boring, just like every other day. I kept shooting my gaze to the hallway and also to the view into the other classroom diagonal to mine.

Hope was sitting in the first desk closest to the door. I tried my hardest to get her attention. And when I did, she looked weary to meet my gaze.

I smiled at her when the bell rang, knowing that my next class was with her.

"Hey there, friend," I greeted her in the hallways, nudging her shoulder with mine.

Her cheeks flushed as her head was dropped down.

"Hi," she weakly spoke.

We filed into the door to our class.

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We planned on going back to my house after school to work on our project.

Hope was skeptical about the idea, but agreed after she had rung Hailey to inform her on her plans.

"How are we going to present this?" she asked, stomach down on the pillow mattress she made on my living room floor.

"I was thinking on a poster board?" I suggested, shrugging my shoulders.

"Hmm..." She pondered, biting on her pen. I was staring at her until her eyes flickered to meet mine. "Why are you staring at me?" she casually asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"I didn't mean to," I said truthfully.

She went back to thinking of ways to present our project to Mr. Larkons.

"We can do a posterboard. Or we could do one for each topic?" I nodded, scribbling down a sketch of what it should look like.

"Let's start with government," she stated, shuffling around for her laptop.

"Ok," I agreed, my voice dry and lacking enthusiasm.

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"I'm bored," I whined, throwing a crumpled up piece of paper with notes jotted down over it at Hope, watching it hit her on the crown of her head.

"Why'd you do that?" she grumbled, rolling her eyes and chucking the paper back at me.

"Because, like I said, I'm bored!" I shouted, throwing my entires body back into the couch after I had gotten up to throw the paper out.

"I'm sorry, but I don't care. I need to get a good grade on this," she protested, sending me a glare.

"Can I at least get a snack?" I pleaded. She looked at me as if saying of course you can, idiot.

I thanked her before scrambling into the kitchen to get some cereal.

"That's your idea of a snack?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes. Is it not snack worthy to you?" She shrugged her shoulders, seeming like she didn't care either way.

"Let's go. We're almost done schools," she encouraged, smacking my knee causing me to spill a bit of milk on the floor. "Ew!" she squealed when it hit her.

"Don't smack me, and that won't happen," I warned, raising my eyebrows in a cocky style.

We had finished government and school by the time it was quarter after four.

Hope was packing up her things on her way to get going.

"Are you sure you don't want a ride? It's getting dark out," I asked, weary to the idea of her walking by herself.

"I'll be fine," she chuckled, smacking my cheek playfully. I sighed and leaned in to give her a hug. She had already turned around by the time I opened my eyes when I didn't feel her there.

"Bye!" I called hastily. She turned around and shot me a smile. "Call if you need anything!"

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Later that evening, around six or quarter after, Ross was pushing me into the car, rambling on about how we were going to be late.

"Mate, calm down. We'll be there on time," I told him, my voice calm.

Though I knew we'd be fine, Ross slammed down on the gas.

I was right, and we made it there with thirty minutes to spare.

"Sup, mate!" Louis greeted me with a slap on the back. I smiled at him, rushing into the dressing room where all of the boys were sprawled out across the room.

"Luke, hurry up!" Lou ordered, shoving me into the chair in front of the mirror.

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The show was great, and probably one of the most fun so far.

But I was so tried by the time the lads came off of the stage after they had finished off with one of their singles.

"I'm gonna get going, guys. I have school tomorrow." They all laughed at me, patting me on the back and wiping tears.

"I'll ring you tomorrow," I told them, turning to go find Ross. They all shouted goodbyes to me while I left the stadium with Ross leading the way to our black Cadillac.

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