Obsessed {Luke Hemmings}

seven

A/N:
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
-Inigo Montoya, The Princess Bride

I literally cannot stop saying that quote. 😂
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As soon as Luke left, I got a call from my mum.
She was wondering why we had ditched them for dinner.
I really didn't want to tell her about the awful encounter I had, so I just told her about working over and figured that would be good enough.
We had rescheduled the dinner to tomorrow night and I promised that we would make it this time.

I was now lying in bed, trying to fall asleep.
Even though it had been hours since Luke left, I could still feel his lips pressed against my cheek.
The skin where his soft, plump lips had touched, still tingles at the very thought.

I still believe that there is something sketchy about that boy.
And I know that I shouldn't get mixed up with him. That would just get me into trouble.
But I can't help but let my mind wonder to his soft lips or his over caring attitude towards me.
When he had saved me, he seemed so sweet and for a while I believed it.
But I know that it wouldn't last, especially with me.
And it's not like he asked me out or anything, he probably doesn't even like me like that.
I should probably just stop thinking about him.
But it's so hard.

After tossing and turning for a while longer, I decided to get up and eat a snack.
That usually helps me sleep.

I stalked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, making sure to be quiet and not wake Becca.
I fixed a glass of strawberry milk and got the bag of carrots out of he bottom drawer.
I quietly closed the refrigerator and walked back to my room.
I sat back down in my original spot and grabbed the remote, turning on the TV.

I searched through channels until my eyes came across Criminal Minds and I turned that on.

I was in the middle of the episode and my eyes were glued to the screen.
They were trying to find a murderer that leaves bombs in packages at citizen's front doors.
All of a sudden, my phone beeped and I jumped what felt like 20 feet in the air.

I reached over and opened the text.

From: Unknown
"Hey, darling (;"

I didn't know the number so I was a bit hesitant when replying.

To: Unkown
"Who is this?"

I sat my phone back down and turned back to the television.
I was a bit nervous about what kind of reply I would get back. It could be anyone.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzed again and I reached over to pick it up.

From: Unknown
"Luke (:"

I sighed a breath of relief when I read that message, I was overly joined that it wasn't some creep. Well, if it was a creep but it was a creep that I knew on a friendly level. Not a creep that would rape me or something.

I quickly added his contact to my phone and texted back.
To: Luke Hemmings
"Oh, hi (: how did you get my number...?"

From: Luke Hemmings
"I have my ways (;"

We continued texting back and forth for a while until I fell into a deep and effortless sleep.

The next morning, I woke up a bit later than usual, causing me to have to eat breakfast and get dressed a lot quicker than usual.

I rushed out the door with only 10 minutes to get to work.

I finally pulled in with two minutes to spare.
I had flown here and I was lucky I didn't get a ticket.