Making it.

Chapter 19 - Alright Mr. Cocky Bad Boy.

We walk into my room, still holding hands that only rarely parted this night. I lead us to my bed after shrugging off our jackets, the warmth of the room only adding to how hot I've been feeling since I saw him earlier.

"Your bed? Don't tell me you're suggesting unholy things right now." He wiggles his eyebrows and I slap his shoulder after I stop my movement from getting on it.

"You wish." I respond and he laughs.

"You don't want to know what I wish for."

I do.

"I don't?"

"Trust me, you don't." He emphasises and my face scrunches up.

"Gross."

"You say that now." The smirk is again prominent on his face while he's only leaning against my bedframe.

"Stop that and just get on here." I order him and he can't help but to say, once he made himself comfortable next to me, "Wow. Even in bed you're bossy."

My mouth falls open but I quickly break out of that shock and grab a pillow from behind me to slap him with it. He tries to stop my fast punches but I my hands are just a bit swifter in hurting that gorgeous face of his.

"Stop."

Slap.

"That."

Slap.

"Now."

Slap.

He grabs hold of my arms and suddenly I'm sitting on top of him, feeling even stronger now.

"Shit." His eyes open in realisation as the pillow hits him once more.

"Haileyyy."

Slap.

The sound of him whining is music to my ears right now as I don't see a reason to stop.

"Hailey, please!" He shouts and I take the pillow away from his completely red face.

"Did you just beg?" I cock my head a bit to the side, waiting for his answer.

Once he sees that I won't hit him now, he nods.

"Repeat that and I will stop."

Luke rolls his eyes and sighs. "Please stop hitting me, Hailey."

I smile a sinister smile and throw the pillow onto the ground while wiggling off from him.

"God, remind me to next time go to my room where there are no pillows." He rubs his face while I lean my back against the wall, propping my feet up on his hard stomach.

"Who says that there will be a next time?" I raise my eyebrow at him and he smirks.

"I know that there will be." He sounds so full and sure of himself that I just have to roll my eyes.

"Alright Mr. Cocky Bad Boy. What do you want to do now?"

"Let's just watch a movie or something."

"Okay, take my laptop and I think I have popcorn in my stash."

"Bossy." I shoot him a look and he quickly shuffles off of my bed to grab my laptop from the desk while I look through my box under my bed.

"Do you prefer salty or sweet popcorn?" I ask while rummaging a bit more and he sets up the movie on my bed.

"Salty."

"What a surprise." My remark is laced with sarcasm and I close the lid, shoving the box under again before I jump next to him, putting the bag of popcorn between our otherwise almost touching bodies.

He presses play on the button and Tokyo Drift lights up the screen, followed by the usual universal studios intro.

"I think I just fell in love with you." I exclaim, partly meaning it but partly just joking.

"I had a feeling you would enjoy this movie just as much as I do." He nods and takes a handful of popcorn.

"That feeling could have not been more right." Is the last thing I tell him before we start watching.

Over the course of the movie, our bodies have shifted and I have one of my legs draped over his now slightly bare torso where the black shirt has risen up and he has his arm around me, serving me like the most comfortable and good-looking teddy bear.

I trace thoughtless patterns on his stomach, feeling the abs contract under my touch. A sense of confidence and empowerment washes over me.

"Hailey." Luke whispers, his voice raspy.

"Yeah?" I don't look at him while I continue to focus on the screen in front of me.

"You have to stop that." He says and I now shift my gaze to his illuminated face.

"Why?"

I think I know exactly why, but nevertheless, I don't want to stop anymore.

"Because then something that you might regret will happen." He exclaims and I shove the laptop away with my free hand.

"Who said that I will regret anything?" My voice is honest and just as confident as I feel right now.

Something shifts in his eyes, the last straw that has been holding whatever he wanted to do now tearing apart. His hand pulls me closer to him and I take one last look into his eyes which reveal everything he is feeling at this very moment to me, before our lips touch. My entire body feels on fire and I crave even more of his closeness. In one swift movement, he pulls me on top of him, his hands finding their way into my hair while I proceed to rest mine on his chest. Our at the beginning slow kiss turns into a heated and feisty one. I feel so incredibly alive right now.

Suddenly, I notice another source of light shining at us, and quickly part from Luke, looking to the wide open door of my room. What?

"Elliot. I-" I can't find the words as everything I should and shouldn't be saying right now gets stuck in my throat.

He just stares at the two of us, who make no moves to get off of each other even though this is what we should.

I feel Luke's hands drawing circles into my hips, as a way to show me some comfort and quickly shake my head, finally getting off of him.

"Elliot-" I try again but he shakes his head, the only expression on his face showing how hurt he is.

"Don't. We're over." He states and walks away through the crowd that has formed in front of my door, Beatrice standing right in front of me with crossed arms and a devilish smirk.

I look back to Luke, a tear escaping my eye, only to see that he is not on my bed anymore. Where-?

My head whips back to the door, where him and the she-devil are standing side by side, the arms that were holding me only a minute ago, now wrapped around her waist.

How- What- Why?

Tears escape my eyes and the crowd only starts laughing at me while everything starts to spin faster and faster until it turns black.

I shoot up in my bed, breathing heavily and feeling my clothes sticking to me from all the sweat. My room is completely dark and I look at the door to see that it's still closed and locked, just the way that I left it. My hands find the button on my bedside lamp and I turn it on, shoving the blanket off of me and moving to the window to get some fresh air.

Just as I want to get onto my bed again, I spot the picture of Elliot and me, staring right back. Without a second thought, I push it down onto the hard surface of my desk, hoping that I did not break any glass. The guilt in my chest rises as I wrap my arms around myself.

Just a horrible dream.