Baggage l.h. {au}

17. ░

From Luke:

Dakota. Why are you ignoring me? Please answer me, I'm getting nervous.

From Luke:

Please, baby. Please. I need to talk to you.

From Luke:

If you don't answer I'm just going to have to find you.

From Luke:

I guess I won't be picking you up today? Okay. I wish you'd just answer back. I know you see these.

I sighed, and held the power button on my phone until the slide menu popped up, and slid my index finger along it.

"I'm sorry, Luke." I set it aside sadly, and continued to get ready for school.

I smiled softly in the mirror, and pushed my straight hair out of my face. "Good enough." I threw on my maroon jumper and pushed my feet into my converse.

"Okay, Dad." I stood in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water and a bagel. Juggling the items in my hand, I put the straps of my backpack on my shoulders. "I'm leaving. See you in a bit." He turned around.

"Okay, I'll be here when you get home. No work today." He shrugged. It seemed like he never had a day off. "Maybe we can do something." He smiled. I smiled back.

"Yeah, okay." I said. It was nice to be able to do something with him. I've also noticed that it's nice to have a father figure around, even if he wasn't always there.

I jiggled my car keys and walked out the door, almost tripping and falling down the concrete stairs.

I started my car, and drove off, stuffing my bagel in my mouth, and balancing it between my teeth when I needed to make a turn. Kids were already making their way into the building when I pulled up. And standing right in my normal parking spot was- "Luke?" I say through a mouthful of bagel. He stood there, kicking pebbles with his feet. He shuffled and stood up straight, stuffing his hands in his dark sweatshirt pocket before looking at me. I blinked. He smirked a little and walked to my window. I rolled it down, and he began to speak.

His expression faltered into something hurt. "Dakota. Why are you avoiding me?" He asked bluntly. I swallowed.

"I'm not." I lied.

"Yes. You are." He said, nodding.

"No." I protested yet again. "I'm not."

"Then explain."

"Explain what!?" I raised my voice. "Explain why I'm not glued to your side? Explain why I'm not dropping everything just to talk to you? I mean Jesus, Luke. We're not even dating." I shut my mouth. He blinked and pulled away. Luke pursed his lips and looked away before swiftly looking back and placing his hand on top of my car and tucking his head in. He opened his mouth to talk, but laughed instead.

"Wow. Okay. If that's how you feel. I won't fuck with you anymore." He smiled. But this wasn't the normal light-hearted smiled that I've grew to love. This was a malicious one that I could never trust. At this moment, it felt like he hated me. Maybe he did hate me.

"I never wanted you anyway." He laughed evilly, and stared into my eyes.

"All I wanted was inside your panties. So whatever. Go to hell." He pushed his body off of my car and turned around. "I don't need you Dakota. I really don't." He shook his head and stormed off.