Luke was leaning over me, one arm slung casually across the pathway to reach the opposite railing, completely blocking my path. I hitched my casual denim schoolbag up my bag and silently prayed he’d move his arm before I had to do it for him.
“Can I get through?” I mumbled, barely audible. He didn’t acknowledge me, but I saw an eyebrow crook and tactfully added on a hasty, “Please?”
“Or else?” He asked cheekily, leaning even further over me so there was about eight inches between us. I rolled my eyes and glanced sideways. Nobody else in the crowded hall had noticed our small exchange.
Luke was in two of my classes, was a pretty good student and also was annoying to basically anyone who wasn’t part of his select ‘group’. I, unfortuanly, was not part of the Luke club which earned me a hard time pretty much everytime I saw him.
Though it was becoming apparently obvious that I had small feelings for him it was hard to tell if they were reciporcated and the whole thing was such a colossal confusing mess I just ignored it, hoping it would all go away or explode, that we would either end up as nothing or end up as the best anything ever.
“C’mon Luke, don’t be a dick.” I scowled. He rolled his eyes but let me pass, tugging his lip ring in between his teeth then letting it out.
“I’m having a party tonight.” He said, trailing behind me as I started to slowly wander away from him. To be honest, after his hand had fallen I’d forgotten every reason I’d wanted it too.
“And?” I prodded. He grinned at the prompt and continued.
“Well, its not mine per say, its Michaels, but I was wondering if you would like to come?” He said, not even blinking. I glanced at him and looked back to the ground when I saw he was staring at me.
“Why? You’ve run out of hot girls in the school to bang and are looking to slum it?” I said it with a smile- we both knew it was the truth and if Luke Hemmings was looking to have some midnight fun with me his social status would be taking a nosedive real soon. He stopped and gently pulled my arm back so I was standing with my back to the wall, him planted firmly in front of me. “Luke I’m not looking for someone to do and ditch. I’m not looking for anyone. And there are so many girls in the school who would love you to go with them.”
“Doesn’t it matter who I wanna go with?” He asked, voice whiney like a small childs. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip, mentally calculating all the possible routes to best avoid making it seem like I wanted in his pants (even though I totally, completely, utterly did). His eyes flickered over me, searching across my face. As soon as he’d found what he was looking for crumpled into the skin of my cheeks or dripping from my eyes he grinned. “Knew you’d say yes. Where do you live? I’ll pick you up.”
I laughed and he crooked an eyebrow again, his mouth playing into a slight smile. “On your pushbike?” I asked. He rolled his eyes and laughed lightly.
“Nah, thats for special occasions.”
“And I’m not special enough?” I asked, fake pouting.
“No unless you wanna be, Y/N.” He breathed out, the eight inches previously between us shrinking into an easy three. He kept doing that thing- the thing that he always had done for the past two years of knowing you, the thing that he did during your playful banter- the thing where he made you fall a little harder. You’d never had a crush on him, god no, and you’d had plenty of boyfriends but that damn Hemmings boy, making you feel all stupid inside.
“Whatever, I’ll text you.” You said, breaking the uneasy silence. The air felt so thick with WANT, it was choking you and you swear he couldn’t breathe either because after you turned and kept walking, one, two, three paces away, he took a second to breathe normally. You took another step away and turned back to face him, still standing facing the wall. “You gonna eat lunch with me or what mr hotshot pushbike.”
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