I whipped around in fear, to meet unfamiliar eyes. Cold, treacherous eyes. Somehow, they had a keen sense of trust to them, so I spoke up to confront the one who possessed such eyes.
“Um…. Hello? Who are you?”
“More importantly, who are you?” The boy slyly smiled, my eyes catching a glimpse of his gorgeous grin.
“You’re sending off some creepy vibes man, so just tell me who you are…” I demanded.
“Well, the universe obviously just threw us together so I’d like to get to know you a bit, ya know, in case you’re like, an chainsaw killer,” he remarked plainly.
“If anyone here is a criminal, it’s you!” I growled, getting quite annoyed by this stranger I found oddly handsome. God, what’s wrong with me?
“We’ll I’m not. I’m Luke. Hemmings. I’m 21, and I work at Starbucks. I’m not a murderer.”
I crossed my arms and snorted. “Okayyy, so you’re not a murderer.”
“So…. Tell me ten things about yourself since we’re like, both not killers,” he grinned cutely.
“Do I have to?” I sighed, as he fluttered his eyelashes in plea.
“Yes, I wanna know you. One… Your name?” He suggested.
“Summer Rose Lawson, and to avoid confusion, Rose is my middle name, not that you care.”
“Alright, Summer Rose. Number two?”
“I hate anything sweet.”
“We’ll that’s depressing.” He smirked.
“I mean food! You idiot…” I considered punching him in the arm playfully, but I didn’t. I mean, I don’t even know this guy! Why did I feel so comfortable around him?
“Alright, Alright! Carry on, Summer Rose.”
I huffed. “Three, I hate when people call me Summer Rose, or make up stupid pet names like Sum or Sums. It kills me.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want you dead, Summer Rose.” He flashed another devious smile.
“Funny, cause I wouldn’t mind if you were right now,” I laughed, hoping that he took it as sarcasm.
“We don’t have all day, now do we?” He said. “You have seven more.”
“Fine. I like watching sports, and nothing else. I’m an only child and I’ve never had a hamburger before. That’s three facts, right? Now I have four left.”
“Continue then, Ms.Lawson.”
I rolled my eyes. “The next stuff is kind of personal, but I trust you, for some odd reason.” He smiled when I said that.
“I’ve been in nine foster homes in the past 10 years, and I guess I’m considered a troublemaker. I just got kicked out of my ninth, but it wasn’t my fault. I just got blamed, and it was believable due to my history.”
“Ha, a troublemaker. That’s cute,” Luke chuckled deeply.
“You’re just like him aren’t you!” I suddenly shouted.
“What? Who?” His gaze was sympathetic. “Did I do something wrong?”
“Oh just forget it,” I huffed, starting to storm off.
“Summer Rose…. You still have one fact left,” he said in almost a whisper.
“You wanna know something else about me? Fine! Not a single person has cared about me in the past ten years and I’m sick and tired of it! I fall into these traps disguised as things that can make me feel like I belong but in the end I’m just sent farther away from where I wanted to be and I don’t want to be just a piece in this horrible game, unable to control myself, but rather giving others the chance to control me, and eventually, ruin me. There’s your tenth fact!” By now, a light drizzle began to fall, splattering my face with rain. I was turned away from Luke, refusing to meet his cold yet trusting eyes.
Those two words
lit a new flame in me, and sure, others had said they cared, but they hadn’t meant it. Luke had. I knew he had.
“And there’s a couch at my place, if you want it for the night, it’s yours.”
No matter how hard I had been trying not to, I turned to face him. I spoke softly with a half smile. “How do I know your not a murderer?”
“Because I’m Luke Hemmings. I’m 21 and I work at Starbucks. And I care.”