𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 → 𝐥.𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝟖 | 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 against the small diner in the middle of the tiny town, lightly rattling the windows and doors as it passed through. Sat inside was none other than Luke and Y/n, both enjoying a quiet, but early, dinner, or so it looked like.

Hand resting against her cheek, Y/n's eyebrows furrowed as she slammed her fork down into her salad once again, stabbing a few leaves of lettuce. Luke glanced up to her, watching as she glared angrily at her meal.

"What did that salad ever do to you?" He asked as my head snapped up, cheeks tinting a slight red. "You could've gotten fries if you hate it that much,"

Setting my fork down next to me, I sighed. "It's just school," I mumbled as I finally took a bite of my salad.

"Was it a bad first day?" Luke continued as he took a sip of his carbonated drink.

I shrugged. I wasn't much for small talk, especially after the day I had.

"Was it a boy?" He added and my eyes shot up again. He cocked an eyebrow, "So, it was a boy,"

I stayed silent, not sure if I wanted to get into this over dinner. Luke gave me one of his old-fashion 'If you don't tell me, I'll find out either way' stares. "It's really not that big of a deal," I answered as I dropped my hand from my cheek.

"I think your salad would say otherwise," He chuckled and I leaned back in my seat, pressing my back into the cold cushion of the booth.

"This guy," I spat, "Thinks he's all that. Just because he's popular, attractive, and a star soccer player doesn't mean he can bother me every time I see him," I let out a short breath and crossed my arms over my chest.

I was frustrated, and I had every right to be. He was annoying and constantly bugging me. "Oh, you mean Louis Partridge?" Luke asked as he took a bite of food.

My arms dropped to my side as I stared at him. "You know him?"

"Everybody knows him," He shrugged, "Football prodigy, as everybody calls him,"

"Well, their little football prodigy is an asshole," I muttered which received a snort from Luke, which quickly turned into a cough as other customers turned towards us.

"You're really not a big fan of him, huh?" He questioned as a waitress passed by, notebook in hand.

"I hate him with every moral fibre in my body," I answered, a content look on my face.

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Closing the door of my new bedroom, I sighed, running a hand over my forehead. Boxes still cluttered the corners of my room, filled with items that Luke has yet to unpack since he moved in.

I tossed my backpack onto my desk chair and walked towards my bed, the mattress sinking under my weight. Getting used to the room will be difficult since everything is unfamiliar to my touch. I have a hard time finding the bathroom, and I have run into the door one too many times.