Breaking point//L.H.

23//

Lydia stood in shock as Luke and his group of guys sauntered to their classes. Finally, Abigail just grabbed her arm and they stumble to their class.

She sat through class wondering what Luke was planning. She blocked out everyone around her as she came up with every possible explanation she could think of. Classes went by slowly until it became lunchtime. Lydia slid out of he chair as the bell rang.

She began to wonder if Luke was being honest. Could he really give him her all and trust him after all he's done? She whined slightly and dragged her bag, making her way to the cafeteria.

Just as he was about to Walk through the door, she was pulled in the opposite direction. The person had a firm grip on her wrist. She was pulled into a small dark space, refusing to make any sounds. Then the door slammed behind her and she was confined into the cramped closet with the unknown person.

"Lydia," a raspy voice whispered.

Luke.

Before she could respond, he pushed her against the wall,caging her body between his arms.

"You look so hot in my clothes and you were killing me. So let's call this your fault." He growled.

Her eyes were finally adjusting to the dark. He slowly pressed his lips against her, leaving trails of sloppy kisses from her collarbone up to her soft lips. She moaned faintly. He immediately stopped.

"You're killing me. Fix it." He demanded, his voice scruffy. 

He pushed her down onto her knees. She slowly moved her hands up his skinny jeans. She slowly unzipped it, revealing what she'd caused. He moved his hands into her hair and she moved forward, taking him in her mouth.

She moved up and down, gradually going faster. He moaned loudly and pulled her head back. When he finished, she stood up slowly.

"What did you need to talk to me about?"she mumbled.

"Oh, You distracted me. I wanted to ask you how we should play everything out. I think we should continue this privately and just put on a show for school." He exclaimed.

"Okay..." she agreed quietly, not really accepting the decision.

Saying this Made we even more insecure. Is he only in this for the benefits he's getting? Little did she know that he was slowly falling way too hard for his own good.

"I have another question." He declared.
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(A/N)
I feel like I've become a much better writer and these have made me kind of frustrated. I wrote these chapters a while ago and I really just want to rewrite this whole thing and make it more vivid.