Basket Case

Bad girl Emma has found a new accomplice when mysterious, mood Luke Hemmings moves to San Diego, California in the middle of the semester. Will they remain just friends or will they ignite a spark? Will Luke's secrets drive Emma away?


2. Dirty Little Secrets

~~The next morning at school, I found Luke pacing anxiously in the school's lobby.

"There you are!" he exclaimed, then sighed with relief. He then cleared his throat and pretended to fix his hair. "I mean, there you are. You've kept me waiting."

I giggled at his attempt to recover from total dork to bad ass, but then quickly caught myself and brushed off his comment.

"What are you doing here so early, loser?" I teased.

Luke looked down at his worn out converse, ashamed and annoyed.

"My aunt literally followed me out of the house, then changed her mind last minute and drove me to school," he groaned. "Still doesn't explain why you're here early."

Rolling my eyes, I swung my backpack over my shoulder and headed to class.

"I've got an English essay to do, kid."

He followed closely behind me. "Kid? Kid?! Who do you think I am? Some follower?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not looking over to him. Instead I ran my fingers through my messy blonde hair and stopped in front of my English class.

"I don't know who you are, but frankly, I'm not going to waste my time trying to find out. I don't have time for games."

With that, I walked into class and straight to my seat in the back of the classroom, without making eye contact with any of my peers.



The essay was easy, and my math lesson in second period almost put me to sleep. My anticipation for lunch was the only thing that kept me awake. After waiting in line for an over cooked, dry beef and cheese taco, I headed over to my usual lunch spot under the tree in the courtyard. Not long after, Luke joined me.

"I'm here because I got in trouble with the law back home in Australia," he admitted.

"Not good enough."

"Why's it so important to you?"

"I'm not going to waste my time on someone keeping secrets and not being real with me," I barked back at him. "There's enough of that bullshit here at school. I want someone that will be real with me."

Luke was silent, and nervously bit into his taco. Silence fell over top of us as we devoured our tacos. Once finished, his cold, blue eyes meant mine.

"Trust me Emma, I will tell you the truth when I'm ready. I wanted this opportunity to be my fresh start.. I'm not ready to ruin my clean slate yet."

Fuming inside, I inhaled deeply. I could see where he was coming from, and I didn't blame him.

"Okay," I groaned.


"I'll give you a shot. You seem like a cool guy, and it doesn't exactly seem like people are waiting in line to befriend you."

"Wow, rude. That just broke my heart," he said sarcastically, clutching his chest.

The school bell rang, and we reluctantly went our separate ways.



Chemistry went by too quickly, and the next thing I found was myself in gym strip standing on the side lines of the volleyball court.

"This blows," Luke pouted, standing next to me.

"Tell me about it," I groaned.

"Hemming! Knight! Tell me why I'm not seeing any physical activity from you two?" Mr. Hall yelled from across the gymnasium.

"Because this blows!" Luke shouted back.

I nodded in agreement.

"Both of you can serve detention tonight after school!"

Chuckling, Luke and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"Beats playing volleyball," I whispered.



For the rest of class, Luke and I hung out on the sidelines laughing at everyone else's try-hard attitudes and terrible volleyball skills. We then hurried into the change room to put on our street clothes before wandering to the detention room.

We were the only ones in detention that afternoon, and Mrs. Hornby could care less about having to babysit to senior students. We relaxed back in our seats, with our feet kicked up onto the desks.

"So tell me, how are girl like you can be so cold and heartless?" Luke asked.

"Excuse me, I am not heartless," I snapped in defense.

"Ugh.. well you're pretty picky when it comes to choosing friends and who let in over your walls," he pointed out.

"It's my way of not getting hurt," I explained. "Being soft, and sensitive won't get me anywhere in this world."

"Who hurt you?"

"Why are you assuming someone hurt me, to turn me into the girl that I am?"

"Beautiful girls named Emma don't just put on dark lipstick and leather jacket and decide that the world is their enemy. There's always a reason."

"How about you stop prying. I stopped asking you questions about your life, and you will stop asking about mine. Deal?"

"I'll find out the truth eventually, just like I too, will be honest with you when the time is right."

"If you say so."

Crossing my arms, I relaxed and stared up at the ceiling. There was no way that I could tell Luke the truth, he would think that I was a basket case.

"You into urban art?" Luke asked, curiously.

"You mean graffiti?" I inquired.


I shrugged. "It's only cool if you're good at it."

"Well I just happen to be quite talented with spray paint."

"I'm sure you are Luke."

He gasped dramatically. "I'm appalled that you don't believe me. Since tomorrow is Friday, I'll meet you in our park at 1:00 am sharp, and I'll show you."

"It's a date," I teased, followed by a giggle.

Luke's cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

"It's a perfect thing for two friends to do," I exclaimed, dropping a large hint. There was no way I was going to let Luke try and hit on me. Not at all.

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