A.N// i don't have anything to say aha
ohhh finals are this week o.O gonna write a bunch this weekend if I don't have any work to do

*ALSO TYSM FOR 100K READS!! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME BC I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE SOMETHING LIKE THAT FOR MYSELF EVERRR :'-)*
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Kate's POV

I woke up the next day to my alarm. I groaned and got out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. I used the toilet, turned on the shower, brushed my teeth, and I got in when the water was hot.

I didn't wash my hair because I'd done that yesterday. I just bathed before getting out and drying off. After turning off the lights, I walked back to my bedroom to get dressed.

I decided to wear some dark blue skinny jeans and a band-tee that I stole from Luke, and I paired that with some all black converse. I then went over to my vanity and brushed out my hair.

I left my room to go downstairs for breakfast because the smell of applewood smoked bacon was filling the house, drawing me towards the kitchen. When I got down there, just as I expected, there was food being cooked.

My mom was sitting at the island, and she was doing some work on her tablet. Typical. My dad was at the stove making the bacon I'd smelled all the way from my room.

"Good morning, Dad. Good morning, Mom," I greeted as I fully entered the kitchen. My mom looked up at me and smiled. My dad used a spatula to remove the bacon from the stove, and he turned around.

"Good morning, Kate. How'd you sleep?" My dad asked.

"It was fine, just like everyday," I chuckled. He nodded and announced that I could eat because the food was ready. I walked over to the counter to retrieve myself a couple slices of bacon, and I looked in the fridge for the bagels.

Once I found them, I also took out some cream cheese, and I popped a bagel into the toaster. After it was done warming, I spread my cream cheese on it, and I took a bite. I finished my breakfast in seven minutes tops, and I went back upstairs to do my hair.

Upon arriving to my room, I plugged up my curling wand, and I made sure my hair was dry. Once it felt completely dry, I spritzed it with some heat protectant spray, and I curled a few pieces, just to make it wavy.

After I was done with that, I grabbed a small section at the front of my head and made a small ponytail right on the top. I then unplugged the iron and grabbed my bag, so I could go back downstairs and wait for Calum. I took my phone from my nightstand, and I exited my room.

Just as I got to the bottom of the staircase, my phone went off. I quickly answered when I saw Calum's name flash across the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm outside."

"Okay, I'm coming out now."

When I got to my front door, I told my parents goodbye, and I left to catch my ride. I approached Calum's car, and he was just staring ahead. I got in and greeted him, as usual.

"Hey, Cal."

"Hi," he replied before adding. "Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," I said nonchalantly. He just laughed and drove off.
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About ten minutes later, we arrived at school, and I got out, going into the building and heading straight for my locker. The entire ride was silent and awkward. I was so confused because it had never been like that between me and Calum before.

Luke was already at his locker when I got to mine. His face was shoved in, apparently looking for something, so he didn't noticed me right away. I decided to have a little fun.

"Hi, Luke!" I shouted. He jumped, and that caused him to hit his head on the top of his locker.

"Ow!" He yelled in pain. I burst out into laughter, and when I finally calmed down, he was staring at me with a straight face. I smiled at him, but he wouldn't crack.

I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I pulled him in for a hug, but he was still stiff. He would not budge. I pulled away and placed my hands on his shoulders. Not long after, I placed a kiss on his cheek, and I felt him relax. Bingo.

"I hate you," he said with a small smile playing on his lips.

"I know you love me," I replied playfully. I grabbed the books for my first two classes out of my locker and shut it, just as Luke did.

"I'm glad you know it, baby girl," he shot back also sending me a wink. I felt the blush creeping up my neck, but I rolled my eyes to mask it. He changed the subject quickly by asking me a question.

"Is that my shirt?"

"It sure is, and you're not getting it back," I stated and stuck my tongue out. He just chuckled and shrugged.

"That's fine. You can keep it." He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close. We started walking in the direction of my class, and I got confused.

"Wait, where are you going? Your class is the other way," I asked.

"I'm walking you to your class," he said plainly.

"Why?" You've never done this before," I stated. He just shrugged.

"I don't know. I'm bored I guess."
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After a few minutes of walking, we finally got to my class. The warning bell sounded, which meant we had approximately three minutes to get to class, so Luke took his arm from around me and gave me a quick goodbye wave. He rushed back down the hall just so he could get to his class, that was on the other side of the school, on time.

I walked in and sat in my usual spot in the back. I was in a corner, but I could see perfectly fine, so I was okay. I took out my notebook, homework, and a pencil so when my teacher came around to check it, it'd be right in his face.

The bell rung, and I took out my phone quickly to text Luke.

Kate
Did you make it?

Lukey <3
Yep. I'm all good, but I have to go now. See you next class? xx

Kate
Yeah, I'll be there. Bye!

I turned my phone off and shoved it back into my over-the-shoulder purse. Mr. Markley came around, just as expected, to check my calculus homework.

"This looks pretty good, Ms. Bennett," he remarked. I smiled and told him thank you. He walked off to check the next person's work, and I slouched in my seat, breathing out a sigh of relief.

After Mr. Markley had gone around and checked everyone's homework, he went over to his computer and put in the grades for each of us. When he was done doing that, he went to the board and explained what we'd be learning. I opened my notebook to take notes, and he began the lesson.

"Okay, so, today we're going to start our trigonometry unit," he started. "Trigonometry begins with a right triangle. The size of this triangle is not important. We will be focusing on one particular angle and the ratios between the three sides."
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Once he finished teaching, he passed out a four page packet and told us that it was due the next time we came to class. It would've annoyed me that we had to complete all of that work by the next class, but there were about five problems on each page, so I was fine with it.

I started on some of it, and I got to the second page before the bell rang. My next class was English, and it was near the back of the school. I quickly left my Calculus class and headed there, since we only had eight minutes to transition. Luke met me halfway, and he took my books so he could carry them instead.

We walked the rest of the way to English together, and we made it on time with about a minute to spare. We went over to the table we always sat at, and Michael greeted us when we sat down.

"Hi guys!" He welcomed smiling. I waved and Luke greeted him back.

"Hi Mikey. Did you finish the homework?" He asked. Michael's eyes went wide, and his face turned into one of panic.

"What homework? We had homework?" he questioned frantically. I laughed, and he pulled a face at me. "I'm serious." He started looking through his folder and books to try and find something that would resemble homework, but he was helplessly failing.

"Michael, chill out. Our homework was to read the first five pages of chapter thirteen in our textbooks. You did that with me after school at your house that same day." I laughed even harder, and our teacher, Mrs. Oliver, glared at me. I stopped immediately and mouthed a 'sorry' towards her, and that made her features soften.

"Don't do that, Luke. I was so scared. You know I can't afford to fail any classes," Michael scolded playfully. Luke shrugged, and I exited the conversation by turning around. The bell rang, and Mrs. Oliver began class.

"I hope you all did your homework," she started. "I'm going to be handing out two worksheets that need to be completed before the class is over. It will be based on the pages you were supposed to read for homework. You will not be allowed to use the book, so if you didn't do your homework, like you were supposed to, then you're out of luck."

There were a few groans that erupted throughout the class, most likely from the ones who didn't do their homework. Mrs. Oliver came around and gave each of us two worksheets, just like she said she would. We all immediately got started, and after a few minutes Luke asked me a question.

"Kate, how does aside correspond with the interaction of a play's audience?"

"Since it's private words that a character speaks to the audience or another character and they aren't supposed to be overheard by other characters, it gives the audience further knowledge about what may happen in the future that the other characters in the play don't know, and it gives a sense of foreshadowing," I explained. He nodded and wrote as I spoke.

"Thanks." He responded.

I kept working, and Michael slid his sheets of paper over to me about ten minutes later.

"Kate, can you check this?" He asked. I picked it up and looked over it. Everything he wrote looked about right, so I nodded towards him. He smiled widely.

"Really? It's all right?" He questioned excitedly. I nodded once more, and he fist pumped the air. More minutes passed, and I was finally done, and approximately two minutes after me, Luke was had also finished.

Mrs. Oliver came over to our table and looked over each of our sheets, and she complimented us.

"Very nice work, you three," she smiled. "Sit here quietly until the lunch bell rings. You can listen to music, read a book, or do absolutely nothing as long as you don't get loud."

Michael quickly took out his phone and put in some earplugs. Luke did the same, and I took out a book I was supposed to be reading for my literature class.
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When the lunch bell rang thirty minutes later, we all headed out of class and towards the cafeteria. Michael led by walking in front of us, and Luke and I walked with his arm around my shoulders.

Halfway there, Luke pulled me to the side and into a janitor's closet. He locked the door behind us and turned in the light so it wasn't as dark.

"Luke, what are we doing in a janitor's closet?" I whisper yelled.

"I'm giving you another lesson. You haven't forgotten about those, have you?" He replied simply. My eyebrow scrunched together in confusion.

"What could you possibly teach me in a closet, Luke?" I questioned.

"I'm going to teach you how to be quiet," he revealed, and before I could ask anymore questions, his lips were on mine. He slowly backed me into the door, and he swiped his tongue across my bottom lip.

I granted him permission to enter by parting my lips, and he gladly accepted it, slipping his tongue in swiftly. This became incredibly deep, and that went on for about two minutes. He gently tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, and I couldn't help but to let out a small moan.

"Kate, you're supposed to be quiet," Luke said in between kisses. He smirked, and I rolled my eyes while smiling. He went back in for the kiss, and it became just as heated as the last one.

After a few more minutes of making out, Luke broke the kiss to work on my neck. I made it a mission to stay quiet and prove to Luke that I could actually do it, and it was hard. He did all of the things he knew could get a sound out of me, and I had to resist the urge.

My outlet was pulling on Luke's hair, and I could tell he was trying to push back some moans of his own when I did that. I suddenly remembered that we were still at school.

"Luke, wait," I stopped him. He looked at me worriedly, and waited for me to speak. "Did you leave any marks on me?" I asked.

He shook his head, signaling no, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He spoke up seconds later, though, and I held my breath.

"Well, there is one behind your ear, but it's faint and your hair covers it." He explained, and I nodded. He then turned off the lights and reached for the door. Once he opened it, he poked his head out an looked both ways for any sign of administrators. When he felt like it was clear, he grabbed my hand an pulled me along.

"That wasn't too bad, Bennett," he said winking at me. I punched him in the arm
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We entered the cafeteria, and I spotted Michael, Calum, and Ashton at the table we usually sat at. Luke and I made our way over there, and we took a seat upon arrival. Luke looked up at Calum, and they locked stares for a brief moment before Luke looked away. Calum looked him at him from head to toe, and he clenched his teeth. What the hell?

I cleared my throat, and all of the attention focused on me. It was really awkward, so I had to leave.

"Um, I'm going to go get some pizza. Luke, do you want anything back?" I announced. He shook his head, so I walked over to the line for pizza. While I was waiting, I focused my attention back on our table.

I saw Ashton and Michael get up a few seconds later, and they went over to the vending machine. Calum and Luke started talking, but I couldn't watch because it was my turn. I grabbed my pizza and paid for it, before walking back to my table.

On my way back, I saw Calum walking out of the cafeteria. I hurriedly got back to the table, and by the time I got there, Michael and Ashton were back as well.

I put my food down and took a seat, looking over at Luke afterwards. His face was red, and his teeth were clenched. He was looking straight ahead, so I tapped his shoulder. He didn't respond.

"Luke?" I called out softly. He looked at me before turning back around. "Luke, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied sharply, still looking forward.

"Luke, I'm serious. What happened?" I prodded. Michael interjected before Luke could speak.

"Hey, where's Cal?" he asked.

Luke huffed and stood up. "To answer both of your questions, Calum left." With that, he too stormed out of the cafeteria.

"Weird," Ashton interjected. I got up to go follow him, but Ashton stopped me. "Don't. Give him some time to cool off." I sat back down and ate my pizza. The rest of lunch was silent.
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When the bell rung, I got up and left. I went to my locker to get my books for my last two classes, and as I was grabbing my last notebook, Luke appeared beside me. He opened his locker and started replacing his books as well. The whole time I was standing right next to him, he didn't say a word to me. Once he was finished, he shut the door and walked away, but I called his name before he could get too far.

"Luke!" He spun around on his heels and walked back over to me.

"What?" he spat. I flinched, but he didn't seem phased by it.

"What happened back there? Why did Calum leave?" I asked. He rolled his eyes before speaking.

"I already told you. Nothing happen, and I don't know why Calum left. The guy's got some serious issues."

"That can't be true. Did you say something to him?" The warning bell sounded, and Luke got all fidgety. I wasn't done though.

"No, okay? I have to go to class, or I'm going to be late. Bye," he rushed. He turned back around and walked away. I was so confused, but I decided to disregard the sudden attitude he had towards me and focus on being on time to my class. Luckily, I took my next class, which was engineering, with Calum.

I walked in, and as soon as I sat down, the bell rang. We were currently working on a soap-box derby car project, and Calum was my partner. I waved at him when I got situated, and surprisingly, he waved back. Mrs. Ruggs, our teacher, cleared her throat before she gave us instructions for the class period.

"Good afternoon class. Today, you will continue to work on your soap-box derby cars, and you will have the whole period to do so. Remember, they are due in two weeks, and thats five class periods from now. They have to be decorated, and you have to have a ramp and track for them, because on that day they're due, we will have a race on each track. Make sure to apply the things you've learned in this class so you can have a successful car, track, and ramp. You will be graded accordingly. You should at least have the body of the car built by this point. Don't get behind students. You may go retrieve your projects now." She turned around and started writing somethings on the board behind her.

I got up at the same time Calum did so I could go get our project.

"No, you stay. I'll go get it," he said. I sat back down and got out a sheet of paper to start the design of the car. When Calum and I started this project, we agreed that I'd do the math to make sure the car would work and decorate, and he'd build it. It was a pretty fair trade, so I accepted.

He came back minutes later with our car and some more supplies to keep building, and he sat it all on the table. I, in turn, got out my notes and scratch sheet. I handed it to Calum, and he got to work. We had gotten the body of the car done, and the wheels were put on the axes. We were ahead of the schedule our teacher put us on, so we weren't really stressed out about finishing on time or not.

I drew out a design that fit the both of our personalities, and I got up to go get paint and paintbrushes. When I returned, Calum had gotten the wheels on the car successfully, and he was sitting down on his stool. I put the supplies I'd gathered down on the table before I spoke.

"What happened?" I asked suddenly. I turned to look at him, and his eyebrows knitted together.

"What are you talking about?" he retorted.

"What happened between you and Luke at lunch, Calum?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm just done with his shit," he replied shrugging. It was my turned to be confused.

"Why would you be done with his shit? What shit? Aren't you guys supposed to be best friends? What's going on?" I bombarded. He stared at me with a straight face, and he spoke up seconds later.

"You'll have to go ask your boyfriend about that one, Katie," he said smirking. My eyes widened. I didn't know what he was talking about, and I didn't think I wanted to.

"What? You know Luke and I aren't dating. What did he say to you?" I tapped on my jeans with my fingernails out of nervousness as I awaited his answer.

"Well..." he started. He opened his mouth to speak again, but the bell cut him off. He quickly stood up and grabbed his things before heading towards the door.

"Wait!" I called after him. He turned around.

"I'm sorry, but I really have to go," he said. He turned back around and exited the class seconds later, leaving me confused and having to clean up our mess.
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A.N// okay guys, so yeah it's getting dramatic!! cake is fighting, and kate is one confused girl. i have 4 more final exams to take; 2 tomorrow and 2 on friday so wish me luck

that is it i have nothing more to say other than i'm really behind on writing bc i let you guys have chap 13 before i could finish this and like i said, now i'm behind. i might not update as quickly as this bc i want to get back on schedule so that means i have to write chapter 15 and 16 before i post 15 and so on and so forth but don't worry bc it won't be more than maybe 5 days or so :-P

follow me on twitter if you wanna talk bc i'm always on /zapmikerowave

that's really it this time. i gotta go study now. bye!

-cam :-)