Senior Year. ( *punk* lrh fan fic)

"Hey watch were you're going" A deep annoyed voice said filling my ears knowing exactly who it is.

"Not my fault your ass is standing in the middle of the hall." I fought back

"Feisty I like that." The blondie smirked eyeing me up and down. " I'm Luke."

"Yeah I know who you are." I pushed past him without another word.

Little did Mia know that the bad boy in school would change her senior year.


26. Travis.?

Malia's (P.O.V)

"H-how'd you get my number.?" I asked softly.

"Um a girl gave it to me from your school." His familiar deep soft voice said through the phone.

"Wait who.?" I asked looking over a t Luke who had an angry expression on his face.

"Some girl.....oh Britney I think." He responded.

"Of course." I said rolling my eyes. "What'd you want anyway.?"

"I want a second chance Malia. I miss you." He said whispering.

    "What? No." I said.

   "Please M. I still love you." He said.

   "No. No. You fucking don't. Stop playing with my feelings.!" I yelled through the phone.

    "Malia I'm not. I-" I cut him off.

     "If you loved me you wouldn't have broken up with me over some lie."

    "Malia I was drunk I didn't mind to do what I did."

    "Drunk or not Travis you still did it.!" I said annoyed.

    "Malia please." He said sadly.

    "NO.!" I yelled before hanging up.

     "You ok babe.?" Luke asked me worried.

     "Yeah." I sighed. "I'm fine."

     "Well if he dares to come near you or even call you again. I'll handle it." I said crossing his arms.

    I chuckled. "Thanks babe." I kissed his cheek before we walked to the car.


   "I'll see you tomorrow at school. Ok.?" I told Luke unbuckling my seatbelt.

  "Ook. But I don't want you to leave." He whined taking my hand in his.

   "Baby I have to go." I giggled.

    "Text me tho." He said leaning over to peck my lips.

     I smiled "Will do Hemmo."

     He chuckled before I got out the car. I watched as he drove away. I walked up to my front door unlocking it.

  "Stiles I'm home.!" I yelled whiling closing the door. "Stiles.?" I said looking around the house for him.

"Stiles I'm home." I said opening his bedroom door, but wasn't in there. "Maybe he went out." I told myself. I walked to my room siting my bag in my bed. I turned to my closet seeing Travis standing in front of me.

    "Travis what are you doing here.?" I asked.

All I saw was his figure coming towards me before darkness took over.

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