Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

27. Heated

My fingers were cramping from the rapid change in notes. I don't remember medium being this hard! It probably would have been easier if I wasn't trying to get a perfect score.

"Dammit!" My hand slipped. I missed three notes. I tossed my head back, groaning. I sighed, "one more time." I breezed through the settings, starting the song over.

Luke came in, tossed his school bag on the couch, barely missing me, then disappeared into the bathroom. "Welcome home," I mumbled, continuing my game.

I made it through the song before Luke came out the bathroom. "Did you really waste the day playing Guitar Hero?" He interrupted my silent cheer.

His judgmental tone made me roll my eyes, "so you're talking to me again?"

"No, but I have homework to do. So, if you could shut that off that would be great," he plopped down beside me, reaching across me for his bag.

"Just do it in another room," normally I would submit to Luke's request, but today I just wasn't in the mood.

"It's my fucking room," Luke raised his voice.

I snapped my head in his direction, "and it's also my fucking room!"

"Watch your tone little girl," he snarled.

"Or what Hemmings? Or what?"

"Why do you always fight me?"

"Don't play the fucking victim Luke. You're the one always starting arguments," I started the next song, taking my frustration out on the keys.

Luke snatched the guitar from me, "the fuck did you just say to me?"

"I said quit playing the damn victim!" At this point we were both heated and in each other's face. Angry Luke was very intimidating, but I wasn't backing down.

"You know you don't have to stay here! You can go back to American! Oh, that's right. Nobody wants you there either," his words stung.

I just nodded taking in everything he said. Luke's face softened, realizing what just came out of his mouth. "Maybe you're right," I got up from the couch, grabbing my phone along with my jacket.

"Wait," Luke quickly grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it." His grip loosened as his hand slid down to mine. "You know I want you here," he intertwined our fingers. I studied his face. The apology was genuine.

"Bad day at school?" He nodded his lowered head, while his thumb ran across my knuckles.

"Want to talk about it?" He shook his head no.

Like always I decided it was best just to let it go. After all I did start the argument. "Come here," I wrapped my arms around the tall boy, pulling him into a hug.

Luke's pulled me as close to him as possible. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Your hair smells good," he mumbled.

"Alright?" We both giggled. He had a cute giggle. I leaned back, getting a better look at him. He has a small smile, but his eyes still look sad, "Why don't you take a break from school? You can do your homework later."