CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Twenty-Three: Fly Away

It was in the middle of the night and people just come and go.

I'm starting to become a little worried about Luke not showing up.
I've been waiting for his call but there's nothing.

I already placed my duffel bag together with my purse inside the coat closet under the staircase just a few minutes ago, taking a breathe and calming myself. My mind was racing with combined horrid and happy thoughts and probabilities.

"You still not leaving?" Calum asked, getting impatient as I am.

I shook my head, "Not yet."

Im worried that Luke might've forgotten about me but that can't be. I'm just over thinking. Give him a little time, Tatum.

I took in a seep breath and let out a sigh. I finished my third glass of champagne before sitting back on the empty bench.

I feel like I'm going insane. I'm worried and stressed out.

"Mr. Luke Hemmings, what a pleasure that you acknowledged my invitation by showing up." I heard my mother say and it felt like my body was on full alert as my head shot towards her direction to really see if Luke was there.

And he was.

I can feel my heart leaping in joy like I was in cloud 9.

I hear him laugh, "Of course, I wouldn't deny something like this. Where is your daughter? I would like to congratulate her personally-"

I immediately pretended that I didn't knew about his presence as I reluctantly look away.

I heard foot steps coming closer to where I'm at. The mushy sound of leather shoes being pressed by weight against the freshly cut lawn.

"Miss Beck." He exclaimed and I looked up at him like I just saw an angel saving me from hell.

Literally.

"Mr. Hemmings." I stood up to where he was,

"My, how you look ravishing." He complimented leaning close to my ear, "You don't have any idea how I want to rip you out of that dress and fuck you badly." He whispers,

I felt my body tensed up like I was being electrified.

He smiled before handing me a thin black velvet rectangular box.

"Congratulations on your graduation."

"What's this?" I asked.

"I'd be a bad boyfriend if I don't give my girlfriend anything for graduation, right?" He whispers,

Wait. What the fuck what?! Boyfriend!???

"Go on open it."

I obliged.

It was a silver necklace from Pandora and it was shaped like a wishing bone?

I didn't know what to say. It was beautiful.

"But you d-didn't have to give me anything." I exclaimed I'm suddenly beginning to be emotional as fuck.

He took the necklace out of the box and placed it on his hand. He made his way behind me and silently wore the necklace around my neck.

It was the perfect fit and it was really beautiful.

"There's a deep meaning behind that necklace." He started as soon as he clasped the locks together.

"And that is?" I asked, looking at the pendant and started rubbing it with my thumb and index finger.

"Its one of a kind since I designed it. A wishing bone fits your personality very well. You're smart and sexy, and I want all of your wishes to come true, and as long as you're wearing that I'm always going to be with you." His words felt surreal, hearing him say things like this is very unexpected.