clouds ; l.h/c.h

CHAPTER SEVEN

Luke Hemmings's penis was just as pretty as he was, actually. Two days into our scandalous endeavour and the feeling he gave me whenever we would do this felt new and high and exciting every damn time.

It drove me crazy the way he would moan into me whenever I would tug at the scruff of his neck, or when his eyes, that looked unusually green under the lights of the crappily lit stairwell, would do that thing where his eyelids sunk down and he would just stare into me. He looked hungry. Drunk on lust.

The pocket of space underneath the english stairs wasn't a sexy place, granted, but that's where our usual spot had become.

"I'm so close," he whispered, staring right into my eyes. Fuck his eyes were beautiful.

He abruptly pulled my hand out of his pants, an unusual move as he'd been moaning and staring at me for a while.

"I don't wanna cum all over you," he chuckled.

I gave a pout.

"Disappointed?" he teased, pressing his forehead against mine.

"Yeah," I giggled back at him. "I wanna make you cum."

His lips met mine and he badly french kissed me (I didn't exactly care how bad it was - but i was pretty bad - I just liked the feeling of him all over me, and i liked feel his tounge, not gonna lie).

Interrupting us, the bell rung. As the kiss broke, I groaned. "Time for gym."

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Luke Hemmings was very good at acting like he hadn't just moaned into my neck four minutes ago. Off he strode, gaffawing with his football friends at the top right corner of the bleachers, their obnoxiously claimed birds eye view of the gymnasium. I wondered pointless things, like if he had been hard before we met up, and what made him hard (was he thinking of me? was he sexting his girlfriend?) or if he was just insanely ready to go at any given time and could miraculously play it off. I didn't know guys were so good at hiding boners. Makes you very aware of every guy's crotch and mysteries they may be hiding.

Our class was being taken by a substitute today, and we were told to have 'free choice of how to use the space'. Of course, most people were just sitting around, and we were no exception.

Occasionally, Luke's glance would break from his friends, and he would just give me this stare from the other end of the bleachers. It made me feel nice, not gonna lie, knowing that he was till very aware of me.

"Kat? You there?"

I snapped back to reality to find Calum Hood's large hands waving in front of my face, trying to gage if i was still present. I pulled his hand away with a chuckle.

"Sorry Calum - yeah yeah I'm right here. What were you saying?"

"What were you looking at?" the boy queried, trying to meet where my gaze just was.

"Oh nothing," I tried to play off. "I was just zoning out."

Calum wasn't stupid, however, and locked eyes with me once figuring it out. "Where you looking at Luke?"

Oh fuck, c'mon Kat, use that brain of yours!! "Uh, yeah, he said he would lend me his trig notes later. Just thinking about the big test."

Calum nodded in satisfaction, buying my bullshit. I didn't ask for Luke's notes, obviously. I didn't even take trigonometry. But what was I supposed to say? I'm messing around with Luke Motherfucking Hemmings? Mr I Love My Girlfriend? Yeah right.

Me and Calum hanging out in gym had become a regular occurrence, and weather it was for pity or for genuine friendly interest in me, I was glad for the company. We could talk about anything, and I wouldn't give a shit about him judging me because he too told me anything. It was this weird and quickly developing bond we were sharing. He would tell me about how much he secretly hated his football friends, how much he loved playing guitar and writing crappy poetry, and I would tell him about how I have no idea what emotion is currently controlling me; it's all just greyed out, i'm living day by day in a state of Fine with no real working compass of my emotions; and if I was honest, I might want it to stay that way for a hot sec. It was oddly calming forgetting about my emotions. Maybe that's what Luke was for...

Actually, that's the one thing I haven't told Calum. I've told him about Darla's favourite ice cream flavour, I've told him about the body image issues i've had since i was in primary school, i've told him what kind of fucking shampoo I use, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him about Luke. I don't know why. Maybe I would feel ashamed, or embarrassed, or stupid, or like a slut if I let anyone know. Luke was my little escape, kind of like my 7-Eleven runs, but with a penis.

I wondered what Darla would say if she was still here. Would she call me a slut? Or stupid for giving into teenage hormones, or for throwing away my moral compass? But if i'm honest? I don't really give a shit. Luke was mine for the ten minutes we had every day, and that's all that mattered. Not his girlfriend. Not my grief. In that pocket of silence, there was nothing. Just whatever we were.

"I wanted to ask you something, Kat," Calum piped up, scratched his neck almost nervously.

"Go for it."

"Um... was Darla very close with Abigail?"

If i was drinking something i would have done a spit take.

"Breslin?" I practically coughed out. "Of fucking course not, she's Abigail Fucking Breslin."

Calum nodded, heavy eyes telling me he knew something I didn't. Or, remembering the info I'd wiped away as bullshit from the police department, maybe he knew something I already knew.

"Why do you ask?" I queried.

He gave a sigh, looking suddenly uncomfortable. "Well... Abigail was kinda bragging to some freshmen at lunch about how close they were. It was gross. I know she was only friends with you, I just wanted to make sure... I really hate that girl ya know."

God, me too Calum, me too. What was this bitch's deal?? A sketch statement about Calum to the police, then a shameless lie to a freshman about my dead best friend?? What was wrong with her?? Although I admit, that last sentence surprised me coming from Calum.

"You hate her? She's your best friend's girlfriend."

"She's my quarterback's girlfriend. Me and Luke aren't as close as we look on the field..." his gaze trailed to Luke for a second, then back to me. "And yeah, she sucks. Always had something against me. Always sticking her nose is everyone else's business. She was also the one who made up that rumour I fucked my teacher, remember?"

Ah, that one. I'd almost forgotten with the excitement of the party.

This was actually useful info... Abigail had something against Calum... Why? Whatever the reason, that definetly gives her a motive to lie about what he was doing that night at the party, but did she hate him enough to try and frame him for murder??

As these thoughts swam around in my head. I contemplated telling Calum what I had discovered at the police station a few days ago, Abigail's odd statement trying to point arrows at him. My thoughts were interrupted when my phone lit up in my hand.

luke; meet under stairs second break?

I looked across the gym to Luke, who was chuckling with his mates, but looked away for a second and into my eyes. He gave a tiny smirk.

Maybe I would tell Calum another day. This was too much to process, I needed my distraction.

me; i'll be there :)