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)


40. It's too cold outside for angels to fly

Naomi's Pov~

I found myself sat back in the pouring rain.
So much had happened in the past few months it was hard to wrap my head around everything, and the distance between us only made it worse.
Looking up into the rain, I watched the sky fall, showering us with the usual British weather.
London sky was angry.
Drops of water slipped over my eyelashes, catching on the end and blocking my vision. I was surrounded by city lights, their cold glow casting on my blue face.
Hurrying down the crowded street, umbrellas flew all over the place
  -some landing in my face- water protruding from the hooks.
My wet converse slapped against the pavement in a repetitive rhythm, leaving footprints on the pavement as I swept through puddles. The ends of my shoes scuffed the curb, chipping away at the faded, frayed ends. 
As I reached the white door, I fumbled with my keys in the moonlight.
The clock struck 12.
I shuffled through the door, closing the door as silently as possible.
As I tiptoed up the stairs, I dropped my trench coat on the bannister.
The step creaked under my foot, making a loud squeaking noise like an opening door with rusty hinges.
I winced at the sudden noise, my shoulders rising as the sound reached my eyes.
I paused, grabbing a hold of myself, before continuing my mission to get to my room unnoticed.
Apparently that failed.


I walked into class at least 10mins late. After last night when my parents caught me I sat on my laptop for hours talking to Michael.

"I just don't see the reason to live anymore Mikey!" I exclaimed, holding my head in my hands.
"Don't you dare do this to me Naomi Kerslake. You have everything to live for. Including me…"
End of flashback/conversation~

"Ms Kerslake, why are you late to my class? Do you think you're better than your other peers?"
The nerve that b!tch has.
"I'm sorry. Someone told me to go to hell. I couldn't find it at first, but now I'm here!" I said, a little too sarcastic. Oh, I mean over enthusiastic.
"That's enough. Detention after school today."
I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Yay, I really wanted to spend more time with my favourite person EVER!"
I stomped to the back of the class and dropped into my seat.
A cold huff fell from my lips as I drew my chair in to rest my head on the table.
"Nice entrance," my best friend Ethan said, hitting me on the arm.
He's probably the shortest person in year 11, but that's what maked Ethan... Ethan. 
His hair was up in the usual manbun and the sleeves of his beaten down blazer rolled up.
Nobody liked the uniform.
"Thanks," I replied, leaning my head to the side to look him in the eye. "I really try my hardest."
He snorted, sitting back in hid chair.
We continued to chat as the teacher rambled on about whatever she was talking about.
Me and Ethan had been friends since year 7. Day one. And that was now 4 years ago. We always had each others backs. Sneaking out together, breaking the rules.
We were never going to leave each other behind.
"Sooooo," I said, sitting up in my seat and turning to face him. "I'm going to go over to Australia..."
"Your talking, Ms Kerslake, at the same time as I am!" The teacher called from the front of the class.
"Right you are miss. It's good to know you can hear," I replied, turning back to Ethan.
"Really? Michael literally left like, 2 months ago," He excalimed, throwing his hands up in the air.
"I know, but I was thinking that you could come with me? You and Michael never truly introduced each other, and your my bestfriend." I said, tilting my head to the side.
"Well..." He thought, looking forwards at the teacher.
"Think of all the hot autralian men you could meet." I said into his ear.
A grin appeared on his face. Did I mention that Ethan was gay? Does it matter?
"So when did you plan on leaving?"

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