Because I wasn't feeling well, Abby drove, and I sat next to Luke in the backseat.
"Where to?" Abby asks, looking and me through the mirror.
"Anywhere harry won't be."
"My house it is then."
At this point my breathing has calmed down but I still feel sick to my stomach. I don't even know if harry still knows I like him, but he's such a big flirt he flirts every chance he gets. Even though I do like him, love really, I get very uncomfortable when he flirts, only then. Other things don't bother me.
"Brooke... You're really pale." Luke says.
"I don't feel good at all."
He widens his eyes and unbuckles my seatbelt. He pulls me to him and I lay down, my head on his lap.
"Okay cool, let me get arrested guys." Abby laughs.
A small smile forms on my face but quickly falls as I groan.
Luke takes notice of my discomfort and starts rubbing my head. I love when people rub my head, my mom always did it and it calms me down.
Once at Abby's house I immediately plop onto her couch.
"My moms at work so we can chill here." She says looking at me. "Do you want anything brooke?"
"No." I swallow. "No I'm fine."
My ringtone goes off and I check my phone. It's harry.
"Let me talk to him." Luke says taking my phone.
"Hey harry. It's Luke, look brooke isn't feeling to well, because of you actually. So she'll call you later."
My eyes widen and I mouth for Luke to put harry on speaker.
"I called to apologize anyway." Harry snaps.
"Don't need to snap on me, bud." Luke snaps as well.
"Look, just tell her I'm sorry for me, I'll call later too, it was just a joke."
"Everything's a joke to you." I groan.
"Was that brooke? Luke I swear on my life if you don't let me talk to her I-"
"Sorry, got to go." Luke says hanging up.
I groan and throw my head back. "That probably just made things worse." I tell Luke.
He looks at me and shrugs. "I'll deal with him."
"He doesn't like you." I say
"Thanks brooke, like I didn't know that." He laughs.
"He doesn't know you're gay." Abby points out.
"He should be afraid of me liking him, not me liking you."
"What even is harry?" I ask.
"Um, human?" Abby asks.
"No."
"A male?"
"Not like that, like feelings wise."
Abby raises her hand as if she's back in primary school. I look at her and she starts to speak. "Harry is a manwhore, a player, a douchebag, a jerk." She says naming things on her fingers.
"I get it." I laugh.
The next day at school was a bit awkward. I could tell harry wanted to talk to me but I kept speeding away from him.
"Brooke. Talk to me." He says finally coming up to me.
"I don't want to." I say walking past him. He grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"Brooke." He says sternly.
"Yeah I get it, you know my name congrats."
"Why are you being bitchy?" He snaps.
I take a deep breath and my shoulders fall. "I don't know, I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you, I wasn't respecting your feelings at all."
"It's my fault I feel that way.." I mumble.
"Don't say that." He says sternly. I say nothing, surprised he heard me. "What are you doing this fine Friday night?" He asks as we walk together.
"I'm stuck babysitting. You?"
"I have to help my friend, she's babysitting." He smirks.
