KNOCK OUT [LH]

Chapter 20: Ready To Board The Polar Express

I blankly blink back at Luke for a moment before shaking my head and dropping my chemistry book to the floor, watching his goofy grin falter as I yank the curtains closed.

Yeah, I can't do this right now.

As much as Luke Hemmings fits the stereotypical fanfic boxer, I would never expect him to follow the 'get drunk and show up at one of the main character's house' trope—yet here he is, right outside my window, when he should really be harassing his girlfriend like how all the stories go.

Unless...

"Open the window, kid!"

Luke's muffled voice comes from outside as he bangs on the glass, making me wonder how he was able to drunkenly scale the tree in the first place without falling and cracking his skull open on the ice.

I don't answer, crawling back under the warm covers of my bed and burying my face deep into my pillow in hopes of drowning out the incessant banging. Hopefully I can go back to sleep before I have to get up for school in a few hours, though I'm sure that will be impossible at this point.

But maybe if I ignore him, he'll tucker himself out and go away.

You see it's not that I don't want to see Luke. I'm actually flattered he remembered where I live, seeing as he's only been to my house once when he dropped me off the night I narrowly escaped the police. It's just I don't necessarily want to see him after dream him had his hand up dream me's skirt. You feel?

"Please?" Luke tries again, voice whiny and slightly slurred. "It's really fucking cold out here and my stomach hurts."

"No way, dude!" I can't help myself from shouting back in slight annoyance as I sit up to glare at his massive silhouette, getting the feeling that his stubborn nature won't let up anytime soon. "You just seduced me in my dream as a teacher, and then you turned into Stephanie to choke me—and not even in the sexy way! I'm not letting you in!"

A pause follows this and I watch Luke's silhouette awkwardly looks around as if he's trying to make sense of the wild statement I'd just thrown at him.

I know I probably shouldn't hold Luke accountable for whatever my weird mind came up with while I was sleeping, but I still feel really really icky and confused about the whole thing. Plus, I haven't exactly had much time to process all that just yet.

But to put the record straight, I don't have a dumb teacher kink!

I one-hundred percent blame Stephanie for talking about sex stuff at the diner, and the Harry Potter movie I watched before bed for the school setting and uniforms, because those things mixed together created one raunchy nightmare that I'd very much like terminated from my brain.

"I have no idea what that means, Winifred... but I promise I won't do it again." Luke says after a little while, letting out a tired sounding sigh, surely confused as to what he's just promised me. "Please, just let me in. My stomach actually hurts really ba—oh fuck-"

The unmistakable sound of someone heaving their guts out cuts him off, quickly followed by a sickening splatter and groan. Cringing, I watch his hunched silhouette heave again and again until there's nothing left to upchuck.

Well, better out than in I guess...

Deciding that I'm not entirely heartless, I throw my covers aside with a small surrendering huff and slip out of bed to open the curtain and pop open the window. I shiver slightly as I'm met with an icy gust of wind and fluffy white snowflakes steadily falling from the darkened night sky.