Polaroid Picture - Luke Brooks

Chapter Three

The bottle began to slow down and after a moment, it stopped. I followed the neck of the bottle and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

It landed on...

Luke.

The whole group erupted, chanting and hitting their hands against the floor. I looked at Luke to see he was just as shocked as I was.

"I can't kiss him, he's my best friend!" I exclaimed.

"Pussy!" someone exclaimed. I looked up and glared at the person.

Luke stood up and walked over to me. He sat down beside me and then pulled me on his lap. I couldn't help it as I felt my heartbeat increase in my chest. I turned to look at Luke to see we were just inches apart. Deciding to get it over and done with, I leaned in.

When our lips connected, Luke's lip ring dug into my lip. My stomach began to do somersaults in my chest as Luke's thumb grazed along the material of my dress that was covering my hip.

Once again, the whole crowd hooted and cheered, taking pictures.

Regretfully, Luke pulled away from the kiss. He looked into my eyes and I gazed back into his. I gave him one last peck on the lips before standing up from his lap so he could spin the bottle.

He leaned forward and spun the bottle. My heart was going crazy in my chest and I bit down on my lip to try and hide the smile that was trying to break through.

"I'm sorry for tweeting your phone number last night," he murmured in my ear after pulling me on his lap again. My heart began to go crazy in my chest and I became a little nervous. What the hell is happening to me?

"I-Its alright," I stuttered gently. Luke wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer into his body.

"Was the hate bad?" he asked quietly so nobody else could hear our conversation. I moved slightly and handed him my phone. He unlocked it and clicked into my messages.

"Lily..." he started. I shook my head and took my phone from him.

"Its okay, I'm used to it." I said flatly, turning my head and concentrating on the game.

"Seven minutes in heaven!" Beau hollered. I yawned gently and laid my head back against Luke's chest.

"You okay?" he asked, looking down at me. I nodded and looked up at him.

"Just tired," I said. He nodded and looked back up at Beau.

"Okay, so every group will be given a strip of paper and they write down the name of the group they want to send to the closet! The top three groups will go in at the same time to three different closets because we don't have enough time for you'se and your horny asses." Beau said smirking. "We'll read them in decreasing order and you get an extra amount of time according to when you're called out." Lauren started handing out slips of paper and pens. She gave one to Luke and I and winked at me.

"Which one of the boys do you want to write down?" Luke asked me, smirking. Instantly I perked up and looked around.

Skip was with the blonde girl I recognised from Penola. He looked pretty happy with his match so I shook my head.

Beau was obviously matched with Lauren so leaving them in a closet together could lead to children.

James was matched with a petite brunette. She looked to be a little hyperactive so I turned to Luke and smirked.

"James and whoever that is," I said. Luke smirked and wrote 'James Yammouni & Cara DiLaurentis' down on the strip. He folded it up and put it into the box which was being passed around.