Burning desire || l.h

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"Melanie Jane Parker, is that you?" The familiar voice spoke, now sounding  much deeper than the last time I heard it. But I knew exactly who it was.

Shit. Is it too late to run back to the house?

After a few more seconds I found the courage to turn around. A tall boy with blonde hair stood there looking at me with a smug look on his face. His blue eyes piercing into mine.

Oh how I could never forget those eyes.

"Lucas." I say, my jaw locked, and my hands clenched by my sides. He walked closer to me, he wore a black t-shirt, with a pair of black jeans.

When we were kids we use to hang out out a lot. Luke's grandparents lived in the house next door to the left. When we were younger we would always play with each other and hold hands. Until one summer when we were in 5th grade we drifted apart, later he told me it was because his friends told him girls had cooties. So we didn't talk at all after that. Then in the 8th grade we started going out. When the summer ended we texted and skyped everyday of the year and spent every summer together until we were 16. He told me he loved me, and I told him I loved him. He then took my virginity away a few days before the summer ended. I woke up alone the next morning, he didn't talk to me at all afterwards. He never replied to my texts or answered my calls. The next summer I saw him and he just ignored me and gave me rude looks. I had my dad come and pick me up because I couldn't dare to stay any longer.

"Long time no see." He says, his eyes raking up and down my body. I mentally cringe as I cross my arms over my chest. "Puberty sure hit you like a bus." He chuckles to himself. I roll my eyes.

"What do you want Luke?" I spat my jaw clenched. "Just leave." I say and he smirks.

"What happened to the happy and cheerful loving Mel?" He asks his body towering over me. "Always happy and nice to everyone."

"You took that away." I remind him while slowly taking a step back.

"Right," he nods. "I could never forget that. The way you moaned and screamed my name." He hums and then a laugh escaped his mouth.

"You're disgusting." I spat. "What happened to you?" I ask anger in my voice. "How could you do that to me luke? What the hell is wrong with you?" I yell my hands clenched in fists as I glare up at him.

He looks at me a look of both sadness, disgust, and confusion.

"Fucking answer me you prick!" I say, he looks down at me. Only inches between us. I don't know what happened but his lips were soon touching mine.

I gasped, my hand immediately slapping his cheek. I back away from him in shock, a look of anger on his face.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask shaking my head. "You've changed so much luke." I say before running back into the house.

Tears filled my eyes as I ran up to my room. I slammed the door shut, sliding down behind it as tears flowed down my cheeks. My fingers touching my lips, I've been longing to feel his lips.

I knew coming back was a mistake.

I loved Luke, or so I thought I did. I've always loved him like a brother, when we told each other we loved each other maybe it wasn't in that way. I knew for sure I had feelings for Luke at the time.

I was just a love sick kid.

I cried for a good 15 minutes before getting up and siting on my bed. I pulled out my laptop and played some music. I laid back on my bed and sighed.

What happened to Luke? He use to be so happy, calm, sweet, and chirpy...

And loving.

It doesn't matter I tell myself. That was years ago, I don't have to be around Luke anymore.