Love Me? ~Luke Hemmings~

Charli Le Roux wasn't really one of the popular, snobby, cake-faced girls nor was she a nobody. How can someone as popular as Luke Hemmings notice her? or was she just delusional? All make believe?

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1. School Performance

Charli's P.O.V. 

I hated waking up in the morning, having to get out of my very comfortable and warm bed is probably the hardest thing I have to do everyday. I finally dragged myself to my bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror muttering "I need to get my life together." I wash my face with freezing cold water  feeling more awake than before. I got dressed in a Basic edit navvy blue shirt, floral leggings and my black Vans. I pick up my backpack (navy blue ) from the floor shoving in my books, notebooks and my laptop, also grabbing my keys and wallet. I zip up my bag and grab my phone, I throw my bag over my shoulder and run downstairs, grabbing my skateboard and jogging up to the door not bothering to say goodbye to my older brother Clarke, he would be asleep anyway. I ride up to Starbucks ordering myself a venti caffe espresso frappe and a cinnamon roll  to go, I still had about an hour till I have to go to class. I scroll through my instagram while I wait for my drink to be made. I feel as if someone was staring at me, I look up and right in front of me was the populars; the Populars consisted of 12 people: Toni-Marie (leader), Ashley (leader), Saffron (leader), Lily, Libby, Heather, Jade, Megan, Ben, Luke, Casper and Kyle. The boys were just staring at me as if I was a piece of meat, I ignore them and keep scrolling. Once my drink was made, I took my drink and cinnamon roll, put the  cinnamon roll in my bag and rode off not looking back. It was about a 15 minute walk from Starbucks but a 10 minute ride by skateboard or bike. It was only 7:45, 45 minutes till class starts. I listen to music and read "Eragon" to make time flyby. Fifteen minutes into the book, I decide to go to my locker and leave some of my stuff  in till next period. I head to my first period which just happens to be Music, my favorite subject not only because music is my escape it's also because my teacher is also my choir teacher. I enter the classroom first taking a seat up the front near the window, hoping no one would notice me. The classroom started to slowly fill up and  eventually my best friends Emma and Michael sat next to me. 

"So, are you going to perform today or what?" Michael whispered to me loud enough to let Emma hear our conversation. 

"Oh crap, I completely forgot!" I face palm myself as Michael chuckles.

The semester-ly performances is when you have to perform a song in front of the whole class either solo, duet  or a group. Emma doesn't have to do it because she was diagnosed with vocal nodules in the middle of term.  

"Well, lucky for you we got your back." Emma said  pointing to Michael as if in cue, Michael grabs his guitar from the ground.

"No time to protest!" Emma exclaimed.

I look around the room to see who is in my class, 6/12 of the Populars in the same class. Great. Luke, Saffron,  Ashley, Casper, Kyle and Megan were in my class, I admit some of them aren't that bad and are actually quite nice but some of them have crap attitudes. *cough* Saffron *cough*. My teacher; Mrs. Floyd enter the class, did the roll (attendance) and decided to embarrass  me  by calling me up first for the performance.  I look over to Michael who was already tuning his guitar.

"What are we singing?" I whisper to him

"What about..... Teenage Dirtbag?" he responded.

"Acoustic version?" I reply

"Yeah, well we've practically practiced it about a million times so why not?"

"I'm going to be shit," I mutter

"No you won't, I've heard you sing before you are not shit." He whispers to be, only so I can hear it.

I nod to Michael, positioning myself next to his chair.

"Hey guys, I'm Charli  and he's Michael and we're going to be singing an Acoustic version of Teenage Dirtbag."

Michael strums the first cords,.... he starts


Her name  is Noel, I  have a dream about her.

She  rings my bell, I got gym in half an  hour

Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me

[Michael and I]

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me


Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an IROC
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me

[Michael and I]

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'


Man, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Lo and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me


I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

[Michael and I]

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'



Sorry its shit guys I'll try to make a good 2nd chapter 😃




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