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.


6. Chapter 6


Today wasn't a normal day; today was picture day! Picture day was something I dreaded and hoped it would run away and fall off of a cliff from the terror of all the ugly faces that it witnesses. But no, it just stays right where it is to torture me in unexplainable ways.

I don't go all fancy-smanshy with picture day. I keep everything the same except for my eyes, which I apply mascara and eyeshadow to to let my big brown eyes pop.

The bus driver told me I looked pretty today. I took that as a component and flashed him a small smile to show him my gratitude for the comment.

I pushed open the school's humongous glass doors to make my way inside. The cold air chased after me, but once I shut the door, it couldn't get me any longer.

The girls' faces were caked on with makeup, the boys looked miserable just like any other day, and the teachers looked annoyed as well. This hallway was like a cemetery with the zombies walking up and down.

I made my way to my first period after retrieving my books from my locker down the hall. Mr. Larkons looked nice in my mind. His hair was gelled to the side, his tie wasn't a weird patter like usual, and his sweater best was a pale yellow. It suited him very well.

Carson sat next to me today. Without making any eye contact, or even a 'hello' he sat down and opened up his book to the assigned page written on the board. I wanted to talk to him, but decided that would end up in disaster. He didn't look like the rest of the people in this school. He looked...sweet and kind and caring. But his demeanor could be much different than what's on the inside. I've learned that over the years.

I think this year my picture was okay. I didn't expect it to be flalwess, but I didn't expect it to be horrible either. We don't get them back for a few more weeks, so I had to deal with the suspense of knowing if I looked like a fairy princess or an ogre.

Carson didn't say a word to me at all today. That is until we were in science.

"Can you tell me the page?" he asked in the lost adorable voice I've ever heard in my life. I just stared into his bright blue eyes instead of answering. "Do you know the page?" he questioned my knowledge.

"'s page 264." He sent me a small smile in thanks and turned back to his book that know was on the correct page thanks to me.

He probably thought I was some idiot know. He was just so....I don't know. He just made my heart flutter when he's near me. And he's only been here for two days, not even!

Our last period, math with Mrs. Radcliffe, was when I had the courage to finally talk to him.

I couldn't find my pencil I had dropped and figured since he was in front of me, he could help.

"Carson, did you see my pencil?" He looked down and picked up a blue glittery mechanical pencil.

I sent him a shy smile, taking the led filled tube from his hand. He sent me a grin. It was fake, though.

The bus driver again told me I looked pretty. And it was a different driver! Two compliments in one day. I'm on a roll.

Hailey was throwing a fit in front of the computer when I walked in.

"What?! What's wrong?!" I asked frantically as she had a spazz attack in the living room.

"Niall.....he's shirtless!" I rolled my eyes. She always overreacts. I wasn't that shocked by her reason as minor as that for her response.

"You're so weird. And to think you want to be a brain surgeon!" She frowned at me, her eyebrows knit together.

"Well, that's not very nice," she grumbled. I giggled and sent her a peace sign.

"I have homework. I'll be back!" I called halfway up the stairs. I could practically feel her rolling her eyes. It's her trademark, along with her blonde highlights and ridiculous selfies.

I slammed my bedroom door closed and chucked my bag onto my bed, wishing I had aimed for the trash can.

I had finished my two written assignments and was writing my essay paper on the Roman Empire and how it collapsed. It is such an exciting topic! While that was being done, I could hear Hailey throwing herself onto the ground, probably over Niall Horan or some boy on Instagram.

I laid my pen down onto my paper and smiled.

My parents would be proud, I thought to myself.

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