Breaking Annie.

A Luke hemmings fanfiction.


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Creative writing. It had to be the best class you could ever take. Just being able to sit down in a desk and free your mind on paper, and then get a collage credit for it was amazing. I had kept a journal and wrote in it everyday since I was little, it was my way of releasing stress. The only thing that was wrong with this class was Luke sitting right next to me everyday staring a hole through my head.

"Ann..." I shook off my thoughts and looked up to see my professor starring at me, along with the rest of the class.

"Yes sir?" I could feel my face turning red.

"Did you hear anything I just said..."

"Umm no sir, sorry." I avoided his eye contact the entire time.

"Well then stop dreaming and pay attention." I nodded and looked at everything he was writing on the board. It didn't take a genius to figure out our assignment. We had to write a paper on what we love and what we hate. It could be as simple as writing I love books, and I hate tomatoes. Or it could be something much deeper and personal. I had this in the bag.

"This is going to be due the day after tomorrow, so I'd get started as soon as possible. You're all dismissed," I got up right away and made my way to the door, I didn't want to stick around and get a long lecture from the professor.

"Ann!" I looked behind me to see Luke running after me. I debated for a second wether or not i should stop or walk faster. I decided to do the nicer option of the two.

"You forgot your books." He stopped and handed them to me.


"Uh, yeah..." He said running his fingers through his hair.

"So are you coming with to Kat's tonight?" He asked walking with me. I still didn't understand his motive with me. One moment he was nice, and the next he is acting like I'm a parasite.

"Didn't she just have a party at her sorority?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"That was three days ago..."

"Exactly my point." I laughed as we crossed the street to my dorm complex.

"Welcome to collage, we have party's every three days." I smiled at him and he looked away.

"I'm not going either way."

"Come on Antigone have you ever even done anything bad before in your entire life?"

"First of all, don't call me that...ever. And second, as a matter of fact no. I'm not stupid and I don't like to make stupid decisions."

"Well Annie I'm going to be honest with you, you are boring."

"What was that?"

"What was what...?" He asked looking at me like I was crazy.

"You called me Annie." I raised an eyebrow at him. No one had called me Annie, well actually not no one. My dad used to call me that before he abandoned us. When he left I burried the nickname with every kind thought I had of him, but when Luke said it it was different. Playful, and sweet almost.

"I guess I did." He smirked and playfully nudged me.

"And I am so not boring..."

"Yeah you are..."

"No I'm not." 

"No you are. I bet that you were the girl in high school that wore turtle neck sweaters and studied for every test and never got a grade below a B." He said smirking, I just looked away. "Am I wrong?"

"Okay, maybe I studied in high school and didn't wear provocative clothes. But that's only so I could have a future, and it got me here... So technically I wasn't doing anything wrong..." I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and rummaged through my bag to find my key to the door. Luke just rolled his eyes and reached above the door grabbing the spare.

"Thanks." I said twisting it into the door and walking in, Luke following behind me.

"Umm, Viv isn't home."

"I know. But back to what I was saying..." He sat down at Viv's desk and grabbed a cigarette out of his pocket.

"You need to learn how to take the stick out of your ass and let go." He chuckled lighting the joint and holding it between his teeth.

"I don't have a stick in my ass..." I said crossing my arms and sitting down on Viv's bed.

"Bullshit." He chuckled blowing a thin line of smoke from his pink lips.

"Have you ever kissed a boy?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." My sixth grade boyfriend kissed me once... I broke up with him over it. But Luke didn't have to know that.

"Have you ever drank before?"

"At my cousins wedding my mom let me have a glass of champagne, that counts right?" He shook his head at the ceiling and laughed.

"Have you ever took a drag?" He smirked, and I looked away.


"You are such a prude!" He laughed bringing the cigarette to his lips and then handing it to me.

"Try it." 

"You might be stupid enough to do that but I never will..."

"Prude." He smirked with his arm still extended to me with the poison between his pointer and middle finger.

"Fine." I said grabbing the stupid little thing from his hands. One little drag wouldent give me lung cancer, would it?

"Are you serious?" He looked super surprised and I just laughed.

I looked at the little white stick between my fingers. "Don't do it Anne..." The little angel on my shoulder whispered into my ear, but I had to prove to him that I wasn't just some snob from the suburbs. I wanted to have substance like all the characters in my books, this was the first time in my life that I gave into the other force resting on my shoulder. I listened to the tiny bit of darkness in me and put the poison in between my lips, inhaling a cloud of smoke.

I felt like I was choking. Like I couldn't breathe. I went into a coughing fit and handed him the cigarette back.

"Easy there Annie." He laughed grabbing it and smiling. I officially liked him calling me that.

"You aren't supposed to breath it into your throat, you just let the smoke into your mouth and then exhale." He chuckled doing what he just said.

"That was torture..."

"So your coming to Kat's?" He smirked chuckling.

"Sure." I said laughing along.

That was the first time I had ever done anything that my mother wouldn't have approved of. I took a drag from a cigarette. I did something that was considered not socially acceptable, and it didn't feel completely wrong. It felt like for the first time in my life... I was free.

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