Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~


40. Chapter 39

 Natasha’s POV

“Ok my turn,” I grinned, looking around.

My eyes scanned the area, trying to find something hard for this game.

“I spy with my little eye…” I said loudly, continuing to search the area.

“Something ugly, stupid and heartless enough to kill her own mother,” someone finished for me. I darted my eyes in the direction to the voice, only to see Abby with her group of friends, a smirk plastered on her face.

“Oh I wonder who you’re talking about,” I rolled my eyes, sarcasm dripping off every word.

“It’s obviously you, bitch. No one else here would killed their own mother,” she spat.

“No one here killed their own mother,” I shot back, glaring at her.

“Are you sure about that honey,” she drawled.

“Just leave us alone Abby,” Luke mumbled tiredly, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Fine, and seriously, find something better to do other than playing that childish game,” she called, stalking away.

“Well you’re the one who joined in in the first place,” Ash called. She quickly flipped us off before disappearing around the corner.

“I swear she appears everywhere we go,” Michael mumbled.

“At the worst times too,” Cal agreed.

We all broke up into different conversations, not bothering to continue the game anymore.

I sighed, pulling my phone out, still trying to figure out how to use it.

“Would you like some help?” Luke asked, shuffling closer to me.

“How did you know I didn’t know how to use it?” I asked, surprised.

“You seem to have forgotten that I was your best friend for a solid 13 years,” he laughed.

“Oh,” I simply said, not knowing what else to say.

“So what don’t you understand?”

“Everything,” I groaned, feeling even more frustrated than I usually would.

“Here, I’ll help you, k? This is the power button. It turns the phone on,” he started, pointing at the button at the top.

“I’m not that dumb,” I protested, crossing my arms. “I know how to turn it on.”

“Sorry sorry, just making sure,” he chuckled.

“Just keep teaching me,” I grumbled.

“Damn, someone’s in a good mood today.”

“Actually, I’m in a pretty bad mood right now.”

“Just shut up and let me teach you.”

I rolled my eyes as he unlocked the phone.

“Each of these icons allow you to do different things. For example, if you wanted to call someone, you click the icon with the phone.”

“Really? I thought you’d click the one with the camera to call someone.”

“Just shut up,” he groaned.

“Well stop teaching me such obvious things, then I’ll shut up,” I shot back.

“Fine,” he grunted. He clicked an icon with a gear on it, starting to explain what everything was.

“This is the settings. This is where you basically control your whole phone. You can choose your ringtone, change the date and time and all that stuff. To leave, you press this button at the bottom,” he explained.

“Do you get that?”

“Yeah..?” I trailed off, suddenly finding this phone even more confusing. He sighed, shuffling closer to me.

“If you open one of these icons, you can leave them by pressing this button at the bottom,” he said, trying to be as patient as possible.

He kept explaining the phone, but it was pretty hard to concentrate when he was so close to me. I don’t know why I found it so distracting, I always sit this close with Ash, Mike and Cal, yet I wasn’t as effected by it compared to Luke. And his breath fanning over my cheek while he was talking wasn’t helping me concentrate either.

“Natasha? Tashy?” a voice asked, causing me to snap back to reality.

“Huh? What?” I asked, confused.

Luke chuckled, slouching back down again. “Nothing. You just zoned out a bit there.”

“Oh, whoops,” I said, laughing lightly.

“You use to zone out all the time,” he mused. “I’d have to spend ages trying to get you to listen to me again.”

“I remember one time I was talking to a guy I liked. I ended up staring at him making a complete fool of myself. You had to swoop in and drag me away,” I chuckled, feeling my face heat up slightly from that memory.

“Lots of guys liked you in primary school,” he laughed.

“More girls liked you, and they’d constantly be talk to you and getting your attention and getting as close to you as possible. And you’d be standing there, being your awkward self, not knowing what to do. And I had to be the one to float in and stop you from making a bigger fool of yourself.”

“Hey, at least I’m not that awkward anymore,” he whined, pouting.

“Are you sure about that?” I asked, smirking.

He slouched down even further, mumbling a bunch of incoherent words with a slight frown on his face.

“Aww, did I make wittle Lukey sad,” I pouted, shuffling closer to him.

“Get away from me. You hurt my feelings,” he said crossly, crossing him arms.

I latched onto his arm, grinning. “I’m sowweeeee. Forgive me?”




“I’ll buy you cookies?”

“You’re forgiven,” he grinned, looking down at me. “I swear we had this exact conversation when we were like, 10.”

I laughed, remembering it as well. “Yeah, when I finally proved to you that you snore in your sleep.”

“I still think I don’t,” he exclaimed.

“You do Luke, you snore really loud,” Cal called, earning a glare from Luke.

“Shut up Hood.”

“I told you,” I smirked, as he rolled his eyes, sighing.

We sat together in silence. It wasn’t an awkward or unwanted silence, it was a comfortable silence, like being in each other’s presence was enough.

Suddenly, I felt him lean his head on my shoulder, causing me to look at him, surprised.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head in my shoulder.

“Then sleep,” I said jokingly.

“Maybe I will,” he yawned, making himself comfortable.

“Goodnight Tashy,” he sighed, as I chuckled at his lack of understanding on the time of day. I ran my fingers through his hair, remembering that this helped him calm down.

He sighed contently, snuggling into my side even more. He looked so peaceful when he slept, as if he had no problems at all. After a while, I realised that I was watching him sleep, causing me to quickly frown, quickly getting rid of the thought.

“So,” I started, grinning at the others. “What this about Mikey taking a dump on Mrs Yau’s front lawn?”





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