"Luke? please. pay attention." the teacher asked. "I asked you if you could show our new student around the school." she said and there stood a girl about 5''4, she had curly dark hair and amberish eyes, framed by her dark skin and long lashes. He shrugged and continued to throw paper spit balls across the room at students who were throwing them right back.
"Fine, whatever." He said. It's not like this girl was supermodel material. Carly, the teacher took a deep breath. "Luke, please be nice." she said. "It's… alright." the young girl said. "I'm Clementine.." she said didn't appear much older then he did, infact she seemed a little younger then Luke. He stopped throwing the spit balls to look at Clementine. "I'm Luke. But this doesn't mean we're friends."
"Doesn't mean you have to be an ass." Clementine said with a hard look, then letting it off with a sigh "Please just… Show me around will you?" she asked. he could tell she has gone through something, but she tried to keep it hidden, she sighed softly as he looked down her notebook, her hat covering her bright eyes.
Luke laughed. "Ass? That's my middle name! Sure, I'll show you around. But after that, you're not my problem." He gets up and walks out the door, expecting you to follow. she sighed saddly as she followed him.
"Miss Vigal said you would be nicer..." She paused as she looked up, still sighing again and looked back down at her notebook "Guess that was my mistake." she whispered to herself. "um... how long have you been here?" she asked gently. "Lived here long?"
"My great grandparents where here, so have I, what's it to you?" he asked without turning back to look at her, Clem glared at the back of his head and sighed looking at her books again, she'd hate to admit it, but her was kind of cute… alright, he was really cute. She Thought. But why was he acting this way?
"Alright, here is your locker, need help with the combo?" he asked smugly, she shot him a smirk as she bent down, it was a bottom locker.
"Not with your danty hands." She commented and did her locker combo, opening it in one try, giving him another playful smirk as she placed her backpack in her locker, standing it up and slamming it shot with her hip, gaining a surprised look from him.
"Alright, I'll give you credit for that." Luke said crossing his arms. "only because you have nice hips." He said smirking, she glared at him again.
"Fuck you." She said, clearly annoyed, it was obvious she wasn't getting anywhere with this guy. "If you have a girlfriend I would be both surprised and sorry for her." Clementine said crossing her own arms. Luke opened his own mouth to say something, but then noticed scars where on her neck, and some on her arms. His eyes got wide with concern as he saw this. Now he kind of regrets acting the way he did to her. Noticing his silence Clem raised an eyebrow at him. "What? No comment?" she asked, he took a deep breath sighing.
"I'll see you in class..." he said softly with NO hint of attitude. Clem's jaw dropped to the floor as she saw his change in behavior. That was odd, she thought before walking to her class room. Not that she was complaining.
After school ended that day Clementine grabbed her things out of her locker, but as she was closing it she saw that Luke's wasn't that far away. Sighing she swung her light purple backpack over her shoulder. Noticing he gave her a quick concerned glance. She looked at him in a confused manner, but her eyes went wide as she noticed he was looking at the scars on her neck, she let tears moisten her eyes and covered her neck with her hands, quickly running out of the school's commons and out the double doors... running home to her foster father.