'Just because I give you lessons doesn't mean we're friends!'
Those haunting ten words bounced off the walls of my brain making my entire body ache.
Luke was my piano teacher but he was a total asshole to me, sometime he could be nice but that was only when he wanted something.
I rolled my eyes and threw an orange peel at him from my plate, walking back into the living room and sitting at the piano bench.
I went through the song he was teaching me again but my fingers fumbled quite a bit. I silently cursed as large footsteps made their way behind me "Seriously Faith? I've been teaching you this song for a week and half. Get your shit together" he scoffs and grabs out the sheets again placing them on the stand the front of me.
He sits next to me on the bench and scoots me over a bit "Try it again, this time look at the music and try not to fuck it up" I just roll my eyes again and place my fingers on the keys.
I began to play the introduction to 'How to Save a Life' by The Fray, I was able to play through the entire song without messing up and thankfully I didn't mess up. If I had I probably would've been scolded again. I turn around to face Luke and I come to find something that I've only seen once or twice before when he was intoxicated.
He was smiling...
He was fucking smiling.
I stared for a bit and cocked an eyebrow "what the fuck are you smiling at" I asked quite rudely, but I aha every right to he was an asshole to me almost every second of the day.
"I don't think I've told you but it's my favorite song, and hearing you play it just makes me really happy" he said all sappy like. Honestly Luke is the last person I'd expect to be sappily pouring out his feelings to me or anyone for that matter.
"Okay Mr. Romance, what is wrong with you, you're never this passionate about anything unless it's your band shit" I say to him giving him a confused eye.
It's beyond me why he's sharing this with me because quite frankly I couldn't give less of a fuck.
Luke smiles twisted into an unhappy sneer and that's when I knew that I'd gotten to him "Fuck you" he spat and got up storming back out into the kitchen.
I got up and went after him rolling my eyes for what seems like the hundredth time today. When I turned the corner he was sitting at the island on a bar stool clicking through this phone texting who I assumed was his older friend Ashton, the drummer in his hand who was honestly quite fucking hot. But that didn't matter at the moment, if Luke had found out that I slightly found his friend attractive he would never let me forget it.
I sat on the table in front of Luke and leaned over to him "Luke let me be frank, We don't talk and we're not friends. The only time we do talk is when you're yelling at me to not fuck up the notes while playing piano or through profanity so I don't know what you want me to say when you start getting all sappy with me"
Luke looked up from his phone and tried to appear interested in what I had to say but clearly he wasn't even focusing on what I was saying or my eyes for that matter, He was staring at my chest and the particularly squished breast attempting to squeeze it's way out of my shirt.
Pushing myself off of the table I pad over back into the living room and searched behind the TV for the remote. It's not too long before I feel Luke's hands on my arms and he's pulling me to face him.
This is what we do, we go from hating each other not speaking for a good month and a half and the. We accidentally hook up and he's back to following me around like a fucking lost puppy until I tell him to fuck off, resulting in him disappearing for a solid two weeks but only to come home and try to buy back my forgiveness...Literally.
He turns me to face him and immediately presses his lips against mine. I don't hesitate to kiss him back as he reaches a hand down my back and under my ass, commanding me to jump. In one swift movement he pulls me up and I wrap my legs around his hips.
Not breaking our lips apart, I pull at the hair on the nape of his neck and he moans.
Moving us both over to the couch, Luke falls back onto the couch and I land on top of him quite gracefully, his hands move along my body, mostly kneading through my hair and pulling at it. Just as he slips his hands under my leggings there's a knock at the door, an inhumane scream and quite a bunch of footsteps.
I can feel them all staring at me so I sit up on top of Luke's quite hard tent in his jeans to potentially hide it from his friends and get back at him for inviting them over during our session.
I look down to see Luke suck in a quick breath and I can't help but feel satisfied as I smirk at him.
The three boys stand in the door way with some instruments in their hands and bags on their backs. Ashton holding his drumsticks because his drums are already here. I turn to face them and give them a small flirty wave before dismounting Luke's waist and confidently striding into the kitchen.
