Forgetting Luke

This is a typical love story. You have the protagonist. The new girl at school who's extremely pretty and whatnot, who secretly has depression. Her name is Suzy. You have the hopeless romantic who the protagonist 'falls in love' with. His name is Luke. You have the best friend, called Naomi. The best friends soulmate, Michael. The bullies. The boyfriends friends. Just a load of friends. You have the new home, the dead family member, the 'overprotective' mother who really doesn't care. Then there's the twist. This love story isn't perfect, in fact it might be the opposite of one. This is how Suzy, our protagonist, forgot Luke. (Thanks to all of my co-authors: Suzy_Hemmings, ShortPrincessa and Emress for working with me and helping me with my very first Movella) Updates any time from Friday-Sunday (hopefully) (Outfits for story on Polyvore)


34. Distance

Luke's Pov~

I pushed my way through the crowds in the corridors, the white brick walls folding in on me, trapping me. Sometimes I wish we would just give up, I could give up. But right now all I can do is keep my distance and leave her alone. So I'm left with my broken heartbeat, saying 'I love you' when she's not listening.

I don't know how long I can keep this up.

My dry eyes scanned the empty room. There was a layer of dust on the surfaces and the lights were turned off. 

I flicked the switch.

What have I done?

What have I done?

And the worst part is I have no one else to blame. 

I fell to my knees and held my head in my hands like so many times before. I just needed someone to hold me, wrap me up, keep me safe.

I was shaking all over, the note in my hand dropping to the floor. People turned heads as they walked past, but I wasn't making a scene. People are just made that way.

The open door behind me slammed shut, Susannah walking in. Standing in front of me, she bent down to pick up the note I had dropped which had previously been in my locker.

"You got the note, good" she said, scrunching it up and throwing it in the bin. 

She paced to the other side of the room, sliding onto a clean desk and pulling out yet another sheet of paper.

"W-what are you doin-g" I hiccuped. She sighed.

"You may not want to get my memories back, but I do. And I can't stand you being so miserable all the time. It's annoying." she stated.

"I can't stand you being so close to me as it gives me trouble breathing. I'm afraid of what you might see, what you might hear, what you might think. Do you know how I feel? Trying to call this anything but love, even though it's not. For you anyways..."

"Okay stop with the deep, heartfelt proclamations. I get it, your hurt. But we're not in 'The Fault in Our Stars'. Even John Green would be ashamed of that line. Plus you sound ridiculous. All I need you to do is answer these questions then take me to all the places I have ever been."



"Fine." I mumbled, embarrassed at what I had just said.

"Good," she said firmly. "When did we first meet?"

I huffed, looking at the ground, the memory clear just like it was yesterday.

"It was the day you moved in...


I was walking down my street, looking for something new and exciting. I guess I found it when an extremely annoyed (and slightly scary) blonde, wearing a hat with cat whiskers, rode straight into me on her skateboard. She was doing some weird trick on it and couldn't see where she was going. 

We were both knocked over, but she, taking most of the impact, cut her knees through her ripped jeans. She was beautiful, nothing like I had ever seen.

"Okay, what does this have to do with me?" Susannah interrupted.

"Wait for me to finish, your interrupting." 

She huffed.

I got up and held my hand out to her, helping her onto her feet, but obviously the kindness was not reiterated, as she started screaming in my face. "What the hell dude?" she shouted, crouching down to pick up her stuff. I bent down to help, accidentally brushing her hand. Her face went scarlet. It was cute.

"Sorry" I mumbled, carrying on with picking things up. As soon as everything was back in place, we stood up. Except her knees buckled underneath her. Just before she fell, though, I caught her and carried her to a bench. "You'll be fine" I told her.

End of flashback~

"So I told her my name and she replied with 'Susannah, but you can call me Suzy'." I ended.

"Cool..." she replied suddenly very quiet. "next question then."


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