yes, sir ; luke hemmings

f o u r

the next morning went exactly the same way as most mornings did for me. i woke up, brushed out my long, dark hair, and changed into some clothes, before thudding down the stairs and leaving the hotel, skipping breakfast as i did.

a part of me could barely wait to see calum in maths. he was the first boy i made met in years that didn't seem to talk to me just to get into my pants. in fact, i didn't think he wanted to have sex with me at all.

like always, it took me around half an hour to get to the hellhole called school.

as i headed inside, i couldn't help but notice that more people where staring at me and giggling or whispering as i walked by. i was extremely confused. though people did usually talk about me at school, it wasn't normally this bad. was there another rumour going around or what?

it wouldn't be the first time that had happened.

the bell rang loudly and i reluctantly made my way to chemistry, anxious to find out what was suddenly so interesting about me.

chemistry was boring, so was biology. then came art, then home economics, are they were boring too. the whole day, people were giggling and pointing at me, and i began to get slightly embarrassed. what did they know that i didn't?

eventually, it was fifth period, and that meant time for english.

i trudged along to class with a scowl etched onto my face. i'd have to face mr hemmings. oh, god, i hated him. i hated his shit personality and his ignorance.

but i sure as hell didn't hate his bright blue eyes, or his perfect, ski-slope nose that was all kinds of cute, or his blond quiff, or his broad shoulders that, the day before, had been covered by a tight, pitch black shirt. . .

i yanked down my plaid skirt as i entered the hot classroom, making my way to the seat in the corner as i glanced at the empty teacher's desk. i rolled my eyes. was he vet going to make the effort to be on time?

probably not.

soon enough, mr hemmings entered the classroom, taking a bite of a green apple. he was wearing a burgundy shirt with a black tie, and somehow it made his eyes look even bluer than the day before, if that was possible. i couldn't help but stare, and he noticed, giving me a tiny wink and smirk. my cheeks flushed red with anger and embarrassment and i looked down at my phone.

"afternoon, class," mr hemmings said, placing his half-eaten apple in the bin. "how are we all doing today?"

the girls in the back of the class murmured responses whilst everyone else stayed quiet.

the teacher ran a hand through his blond hair. "alright. today we'll be going over some basics. since it's my first week teaching and your first week back after summer break, i'd like to go easy on you for a while. i'm going to give you some sheets with basic grammar mistakes, and you will be correcting them. . ."

my concentration was snagged by my phone lighting up with a text. a text i wished i'd never seen as soon as i looked at it.

unknown number: nice nudes. ;) lmao.

my heart sank to the tips of my toes and i felt sick to my stomach. was this why everyone had been staring at me all day?

natalie: what?

unknown number: don't you know? they're everywhere.

my breath hitched in my throat involuntarily, causing a lump to form. i tried to swallow the tears, but i couldn't, and soon, a wet trail made it's way down my cheek, followed by another, then another.

suddenly, i felt a warm hand being placed on my back and almost jumped out my skin. i immediately looked up to see a frowning mr hemmings, with one hand on my back and the other on my right shoulder.

"natalie? are you okay?" he asked, and i could've sworn he sounded concerned. "are you crying?"

i nodded, looking down, refusing to meet his gaze.

"why?" he questioned, rubbing one, small circle in my upper back.

i shied away from his touch, looking toward the grammar sheet that had been placed on my desk.

"leave her, sir. she's just a slag, anyways." a girl in the corner of the class cooed, sniggering.

the young teachers head snapped up, eyes burning with anger. "just be quiet, emma!" he growled, giving her a threatening look.

the girl with the short, blond hair's eyes wondered and she turned back to her work, looking put off.

mr hemmings turned his gaze back to my and smiled sadly. "i'd like a word after class, natalie, if that's okay?"

i hesitated before nodding my head, attempting to brush away some of my tears with my fingertips.

mr hemmings wandered back towards the front of the class and i scowled. what was he playing at? yesterday, he was literally the biggest dick i'd ever come across, and today, he was asking me how i was? what the fuck was his problem?

he sat down at his desk and glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow and mouthing 'are you okay?'.

i looked down at my jotter and worksheet immediately, not wanting to answer him.

how the hell had this happened? michael had leaked my nudes? i didn't even know him, why would he do this to me?

and then i realised.

i had sent a guy i didn't even know nudes.

could i have been more stupid? probably not. how could i have been so naive? what was wrong with me? what kind of girl sends nudes to any random guy that asks for them?

i smiled sadly as it dawned on me.

i knew exactly what kind of girl would do that.

a slut.

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does anybody else feel really sorry for natalie? :(
i'm legitimately just going to lie in bed all day and eat ice cream and watch movies and write, so i'm hoping to get a few chapters of this story done.

question: what's your favourite 5sos song from sgfg?

i have a few, but i really love invisible bc i relate to it a lot. :)

please don't be a ghost reader! love u all. x