Lovestruck (EDITING)

27: Enough Crazy for One Week

"How did you know where I live?" I frown despite the giddiness I feel as I climb into Landon's Jeep.

"Good morning, Skye," he looks at me and I struggle to hold my frown as his eyes sparkle with humor, "So nice to see you too."

I roll my eyes at his sarcastic expression and sink back into my seat, buckling my seat belt as we pull out onto the road. The car is filled with Landon's unmistakable scent of mint and musky cologne and I inhale deeply, forgetting the world for a moment. Only for a moment, though.

"You never got your pizza last night," Landon says without looking at me and I feel my palms grow sweaty.

"Yeah, I just ordered in," I stutter, "I had to get home."

He locks eyes with me, his mouth opened to speak, but then closes it, his eyes lingering on mine for a moment. I feel my cheeks blush slightly under his stare and quickly look away.

"What?" I frown, staring at the road.

There's something on my face, isn't there. Great.

"Your eyes. What did you do to them?" he questions me and I look back at him, confused by his odd question. His face is soft and his eyes are on the road.

"Oh, it's just a bit of eyeliner," I shrug, "What's wrong with it? Is it smudged already?" I sigh, wiping under my eyes.

My eyes widen slightly as Landon's hand grips mine, pulling it away from my face and resting it on my thigh before returning his hands to the wheel. My breath catches slightly at the contact and I look at Landon for a response.

"No," he pulls into his usual parking space right outside of the music room and shuts off the car, his eyes meeting mine once again," No, you look hot, Skye."

I feel my cheeks flush at Landon's unexpected response and I quickly turn and open the car door, refusing to let myself be hypnotized by his dreamy stare any longer. I hear him chuckle quietly and open his door as I climb out of the car and I have to almost jog to keep up with his long strides towards the music room. He stops right outside of the room and I almost stumble into him, but I steady myself, leaning against the brick wall to play off what could have been a super embarrassing fall.

"Well, thanks for the ride," I give him a small smile.

I think of having to ride to school with my mom after walking away from her this morning and I'm suddenly even more thankful for Landon's timing.

"I'm surprised you got in the car. To be honest, I was expecting more of a fight from you," he raises a perfect eyebrow at me and I giggle, remembering our last encounter outside of Pizza Hut.

"I guess you just had good timing," I laugh quietly and push past him into the room full of chatty band geeks assembling their instruments, feeling on top of the world.

Almost instantly, I'm pulled from my place on top of the world and into the almost empty performance room by a squealing Dani as Landon walks over to the drum kit at the back and throws his bag down.