youre a skull? - luke mcnamara

the race

"what do you guys want? we got ham, we got omelets, we have ham omelets" luke asked the people in the lunch line.

" I'll have a-" a boy says before being interrupted by the Daniel Adams.

everyone's favorite super-steroid jock.

" more oatmeal, dude. and this time, try and keep it on the plate this time," he says, annoyed.

" yeah dude, more oatmeal, please," chole says as her and the h/c girl approach the line.

" and try to keep it on the plate this time luke," you say.

luke just chuckles at how ridiculous his best friends are.

" you know sometimes, you guys can be such bitches" daniel says.

" fascinating" chole smirks.

" hey buddy, come here." luke says, grabbing daniel over the counter.

" I know it's 8 am and you haven't had your triple soy decaf latte yet, but a kid with your breeding should have some manners" he says.

" i suggest you apologize to the ladies"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" daniel says, before hurrying away.

" ugh sophomores, you gotta love them, em?" he says

" the usual for both of you?" he says, eyeing the both of you.

" that would be awesome," you says.

"Are you gonna be at the race?" luke asked his best friends.

"well, ive got a really lovely econ seminar," chole said sarcastically.

"And i gotta watch the orgins of gross national product so..."

you giggle.

"i wouldn't want to miss that, " luke sighs.

" yeah i would actually" she smirks.

"Y/n, please tell me you'll be there," luke pleaded.

" wouldn't miss it for the world luke" you say, smiling at the boy.

" for the ladies," he says, handing you and chole breakfast.

" why thank you kind sir," you say.

" we will see you out there," chole says.

" yes indeed," he says.

you wink at him before walking off with chole.

" look admit it y/n" chole says.

" admit what?" you say confused.

" that you like luke, i mean you liked luke since what? 3rd grade?"

" oh shut up chole!"

" don't deny it"

" look i do but i have no chance with him. I mean have you seen the cheerleaders here?"

" y/n...you know he would pick you over anyone them"

" I'm sure he would..."

*skip to the race*

"McNamara, move this boat or you're disqualified!" the man shouted.

" sorry sir," luke quickly said before getting into the boat.

the teammates puch the boat and shout.

"Hoorah!"

*in the stands*

" Where do you think Mr McNamara learned to row?" a man said.

" the local sewers i imagine, he's a townie for sure." the other man says.

" mother died in a car crash when he was one, father unknown" he added.

*on the water*

" Ready? Row!" luke says. this is just like everything else luke thinks. we will win.

+in the stands again

" he won us the ivy championship 3 years in a row" the man said again.

" he's growing on him"

"is that right?"

a car pulls up.

who is it?

Caleb Mandrake.

"he was the skull the day he was born"

*skips to you and chloe sitting on the hood of her car*

" ugh he better win"

" y/n chill he will"

'blah blah blah" the man annocing everything about the race says.

"i always forget how boring this things are" you say.

"Attention" the man says.

A gunshot goes off.