PART 1: FORGETTING LUKE
1 year before
I slammed the car door shut, gritting my teeth. A permanent scowl sat on my face, mainly aimed at my mum, I pulled my skateboard out of my backpack and began to skate away.
'How could she send me here!' was all that was running through my head. 'England is all the way at the other side of the world! I am never, ever, EVER gonna get back there. And I'm only 16.'
I skated down the road, not knowing where I was going and not caring either. I just wanted to get away from the new hell-hole called home (that I hadn't actually seen yet).
I was surrounded by a quiet suburb, tall, me-detatched houses running along side of me. Their green gardens did not whither in the scorching sun; flowers bloomed in all directions, colour bursting from their petals and bringing life to the Australian terrain.
The gravel on the ground scraped against the wheels of my board, the small stones crunching under my feet as I pushed myself forwards.
Doing a quick heel flip, I rode straight into a boy with a mop of flat, messy, blonde hair, knocking me to the ground.
"What the hell dude!" I screamed in his face, all the stuff from my backpack spilling out on the floor. I sighed in anger at what just happened. I shouldn't really of shouted like that. It was partially my fault, though he should of been looking where he was going.
As I crouched down to pick up my stuff- that was, luckily, not on the road- I felt a soft hand brush against mine.
Looking up a blush formed on my face as I realised that it was his. "Sorry," The boy mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly while giving me my books back. I nodded before trying to stand up.
Pain shot through my knees and I looked down to see blood running down my legs from the deep cuts that had formed.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry. Oh no no no. What have I done!" He exclaimed, the panic obvious in his voice. It was kinda cute.
"Don't worry about it, I'll be fine." I said trying to walk forwards, but collapsing in pain when I took a step.
But before I hit the ground I felt the same pair of warm hands behind my back. My eyes were squinted shut, still waiting for the impact of concrete to my head, so I opened them and looked up to see a pair of diamond eyes staring into my own. I felt myself leaning in until I snapped back to reality and realised what was happening.
I coughed and his head snapped to the side, breaking the eye contact. He swept me up off my feet and carried me to a nearby bench to set me down. "Thanks" I whispered, showing my embarrassment in every movement I made.
"Well I'm Luke." He said, holding out his hand.
"Susannah, but call me Suzy." I said, accepting it.
"Where do you come from then? 'Cause that accent is definitely not Australian." Luke said, curious. I huffed before replying "I am English and I will never be anything other than English so don't expect me to stick around here long." I said coldly.
Luke held up his hands in mock surrender "okay then!" he laughed. It wasn't long before I erupted in a fit of giggles as well. This boy had some strange effect on me and I had to find out how.