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TEN

As predicted, I ended up sleeping in the guest room after pissing Luke off. Dylan and Thomas went home about half an hour after Dylan hit on me, and Luke gave me the most terrifying death glare I have ever seen.

He was frowning so much, and I honestly thought he would cry. But I couldn't show too much sympathy, because he was the one upset with me. I would have made it worse anyway.

So now, at about 8:00 in the morning (on a Monday, and in my pajamas, because I had decided not to go to school this morning), Luke stands before me. Tall and threatening, with a sad, yet pissed off expression planted firmly on his face.

"Fuck, Ana." he mutters. "Why did you do that last night?" I frown and furrow my brow. What the hell is he talking about?

"What are you talking about, Luke? Dylan hit on me, and the only thing I did was say that you're not my boyfriend. It's true isn't it?" I hush my voice, and when Luke's face softens, I feel worse than I do on my period (maybe that wasn't necessary, but it's there. accept it).

"Yeah, it's true." Luke sighs. "It's 100 per cent fucking accurate! It's not like I'm hopelessly in love with you, Ana. Not at all!" My eyes widen and I look everywhere that isn't him. "Look, Ana. When one of my best friends hits on the girl I think about every hour of every day, it riles me up."

"It sounds like this has happened to you before."

Luke lets out a grunt and punches the wall, fortunately leaving no mark. "Fuck, Ana! Of course it has! Just... I didn't love that girl like I love you."

I refuse to let the tears building up in my eyes fall, because I can't let Luke know that he's won. "Luke.." I sigh. "You know that I love you, but we fight too much. I don't want that." I step forward and take his hands in mine. "And if we keep fighting I'll lose my freaking mind."

Luke's eyes wander to mine. He pulls his hand from mine and takes hold to my chin and makes me look up. "Anastasia, you are so beautiful, and you don't deserve half of the shit you get." He leans down and gives me a chaste kiss. "You only deserve the best."

I chuckle, tears finally falling. "I deserve you, then. You're the best, Luke."

A frown makes it's way to Luke's lips and he shakes his head. "I'm far from the best, love."

I smile at the name he gave me and I dig my head into his chest. He holds me tight, and I feel his breath on my hair. My eyes flutter closed and I think of what just happened. Luke was literally yelling at me, and now we're cuddling. Don't ask me how that works, but I guess we're just hot and cold.

"You are far from the best." at this, Luke frowns. "You're far better."

A smile finds it's way to Luke's face and he leans down to kiss me. I immediately retaliate and deepen the kiss, wrapping my arms around Luke's waist. When we separate, I bite my lip and glance at the beautiful boy standing before me.

"Ana-" I silence him with a quick kiss before smiling at him.

"Lucas Robert Hemmings," I begin. "I have started thinking about us, and I realized that you're my only constant. My mother hates me, I have no friends that speak to me every day and I have no family that I can see regularly. My father has left my mother and most of your family hate me."

Luke gives me a solemn look, and he embraces me in his muscular arms. "You may not realize it, my love. But you are my only constant." he chuckles. "My parents are rarely home. My brothers are always being pricks and all my friends are assholes and usually have other plans."

I glance at him, pushing away from his embrace and taking his hands in mine, playing with his fingers in the silence. I finally get sick of the long, dull moment of agony and look to him again, reaching up on my toes and giving him a chaste kiss. He frowns and grabs my hips, lifting me up and whispering, "Jump."

So I do as told. I jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me and I immediately allow him access, biting on his lip after not too long of passionate kissing. Somewhere along the way, we find ourselves on his bed, lifting each others shirts off.

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"Luke, I want to be lovely."

We lay in his bed, his arm around my neck as I lean into his glistening chest. My body is wrapped comfortably and warmly underneath his blankets.

"What do you mean, Ana?" Luke stutters. He glances at me, then down to my nearly completely exposed body. "You're already lovely. Perfect even."

"You said I'm too skinny." I mutter into his chest, sighing lightly. "If I'm too skinny, maybe I should eat a bit more."

Luke groans and kisses my head, wrapping his arms around me even tighter. "You can do what you want, but don't eat too much, my love. I want to see you happy, and if eating doesn't make you happy, then.." he doesn't know how to finish the sentence. I understand what he's saying, but I really want to hear him say it in his words. "You know what I mean,"

I nod, smiling at the frowning boy. He frowned so much. I constantly wonder if he practiced frowning in a mirror to look so damn cute. "Luke, I know what you're saying." I agree, nodding once. "But seeing you happy will make me happy. So if I gain a bit of weight, you'll be happy for me, am I correct or am I not?"

"You're right, Ana." He sighed. "Just don't eat too much, okay?"

With a smile, I nod. Kissing him softly on the cheek. He returns the favor and wraps his arms around my body. "I love you."

To be honest, the last person who said that they loved me was my mother and even so, that was a long time ago. She said I love you, and went to bed with a loving husband by her side.

Since then, I haven't heard those words genuinely come out of her wrinkly mouth again.

So i glance at this blessing, at this boy I never thought of this way before a week ago. He raised his eyebrows, as if expecting me to return the kind words to him. But all I do, is kiss him again, hide my face in his chest and whisper. "Not as much as I love you."