𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

Chapter 20

I wake up to loud banging sound, instantly knowing it was Andre. He's never been able to open a door properly. Ever since he was young, he'd always open the door loudly trying to get peoples attention. Now, I guess he's gotten so used to it, it's become a habit.

"Marie! Get the fuck up. It's too early for me to be up. Move your ass. Your boyfriend will be here in ten minutes." He slammed the door. I laughed under my breath, wondering if he heard me.

I got up out of bed, and headed straight to the shower. I love taking early morning showers. It makes me relax my self a little. It makes me put myself at ease. With all my tests, exams and assignments, all I can really do is stress. Adding on with my friends, boyfriend and family included. Most people would also include themselves part of the 'stressing' category, but I've never really worried or cared much about myself the way I care for others. Others as in the people I truely and utterly love with my entire life.

I gently caress my hair, wetting each and every bit of it under water. I use the shampoo, and form the same actions with it, once I apply it. The same actions followed with the conditioner. I had left my hair, and started washing my body. I liked to move while being under the water, so every inch of my body gets wet. It feels spectacular. The warm, vibrant water touching my soft wet skin, creating goosebumps due to the temperature difference.

I hear my room door open, and start to get out of the shower. I knew that Andre would be coming back to get me or let me know that Luke is on his way.

Though, it wasn't Andre.

I wrapped the towel around my body, before opening the bathroom door. There, sat Luke with his phone in his hand. He looked up from his phone and smiled. His eyes meeting my small frame, and eyeing the towel as if he hated it.

"Hiya Princess. How was your shower?" He winked. I giggled before, playfully rolling my eyes.

"It was lovely. Nice and warm." I teased. His eyes created a stronger glare towards the towel. I contemplated whether I should of hid my laughter, or not. However, I choose to hid it.

"Are you wearing this?" Luke asked, lifting my black cropped long sleeve shirt, with my cream jeans. I nodded, before pointing to my brown Louis Vuitton purse, and my mocha coloured Jordans. Luke shook his head before sighing.

"Baby, you don't need to get so dressy. Be comfortable, you know? Even if you wear your night gown. I'm just wearing my sweatpants and shirt. You know I never wear that." He snorted at the last part. I laughed, knowing he had a point. I just didn't want to be impolite going so lazily dressed.

"I can't afford to ruin my reputation by wearing something that looks like I dress lazily."

"Jesus, Marie. It's first class, no ones there. Dad will be coming tomorrow. So, it's only us. I promise." He walked over to me. I nodded and smiled.

Luke offered to choose my outfit for me, which I allowed him to. He picked out blue jean shorts, that were ripped and a white top that strapped around my back. He picked out my white Airforces, and took hold of my Chanel purse. Luke put in the previous clothing into my suitcase, before sitting back down on my bed. I took hold of the outfit choice, from Luke's hands and started taking off my shirt.

"Hey, hey; what are you doing?" Luke said, putting my shirt back on.

Was I doing something wrong?

"I'm uh...getting dressed?"

"In front of me?"

What is he talking about?