Millie Ripley has only ever known one player next door. Luke Dawson. But with only a couple months left before he graduates and a blackmailer on the loose, will their love story stand the test of time? And will they both need to grow up to face th...
If ever I do depart this earth, please never forget the humour we have here. We have something special. Returning to comments like this is everything -
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A comment worthy of my tombstone ;)
Now I do have lofty ambitions to not become a grandma before Luke graduates high school. I feel like that must achievable right?
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Chapter 44: You Love To See Me Beg
School was empty after hours. The hallway was an endless line of metal lockers, and the afternoon light cast a blueish tinge over it all.
He was ahead of me, his basketball outfit worn and muddy. His expensive sneakers caked in dirt and a small line of dry blood on his calf.
Injured and exhausted, Luke Dawson was still faster than me.
I wanted to reach out and touch him. Comfort him maybe. But slow him down mostly, because I was wheezing at this point.
Who even learns to walk this fast?
He's like the spawn of a demon child.
Oh wait...
I smiled.
We reached the relatively empty parking lot, where dusk had started to settle over concrete. Quiet except for the occasional car sounds coming from the main road.
Luke's black jeep wrangler was parked in its usual space at the front. The red painted letters of LD written on the pavement to mark his spot.
I couldn't help but notice the empty spot next to him where AT was written in red. Austin's car was gone.
"Luke, stop!" a girl's voice called out behind us.
Oh, thank pomegranate juice we're stopping to breathe.
Luke had already reached his car. Apparently he doesn't need to breathe. His head turned first, slowly, before the rest of his upper body followed. His dark hair fell over his eyebrows, his beautiful eyes visibly annoyed.
Not even a little bit out of breath. Alien, I think.
I took the opportunity to lean over, gripping my knees and wheezed.
"I'm sorry, Luke," Jamie said, skidding against the concrete as she caught up to him, a look of anguish on her face, "Dad wanted to break you. He's so mad at you."
"Who told him?" Luke asked.
I forget that they're old friends.
They had history; the coach's daughter and the basketball star.
