tactic. that was the one word that was holding luke lawson back from doing something incredibly stupid. like walking over and beating the shit out of jamie parker for even thinking on being close to you.

sure, you had dated for two weeks back in freshman year (the worst two weeks of his life), but why would you even want to be around someone like him?

luke lawson wasn’t a violent person. unless you counted when he was on the ice, luke was the comedic relief for pretty much everyone, specifically his friend group that was always full with drama. he wasn’t exactly street-smart whatsoever and would make conversation with a random drunk on the side of the street for no particular reason. yet, that’s why people loved him. well—mainly everyone.

to some, luke was extremely annoying and idiotic. and back in elementary school, before his best friend, william trevors, moved into town—he was bullied for being who he was. since he was little, luke has struggled with dyslexia. and of course, if your the only fucking person in the third grade who can barely spell your name, you’re going to get bullied for it. yet, to this day, william or his older brother know about his experience. and they never will if he has anything to do with it.

the only person that did know was you. AKA the only girl he had his eyes on his preschool. i know—a little dramatic to be pining over a girl at the age of four, but it was different. you were his person. the one girl who knew how to make everything better, make him feel like he wasn’t weird or different. just him. and even if you technically didn’t know it yet, you had owned him since then. he would walk into a fire with you just because you asked.

according to william, who was currently trying to calm luke down from beating up jamie, he had no right to be mad. no right? jamie was straight up talking to his girl—well not officially his—but the technics didn’t matter right now. because all he saw was you. and you were all that mattered.

yet, instead of screaming and punching the guy—luke did what he did best. he put on a charming smile and walked over to the other side of the hallway where your conversation was taking place.

“hey, {{user}}.” he says casually, even though he feels nothing but, and slings an arm around your shoulder. his blonde hair is slightly ruffled, probably from him running his hands through it, and the height difference was comical, considering he was at least 6’2.

luke turns his green eyes towards jamie, who already looked awkward, but even more under luke’s glare towards him.