The Choices Of Alexander

1 : A Mistake

Luke was a sweet boy at first. He took me on 8 dates; to the movies, ice rink, library, rollerskating rink, dinner, around the city, a party and the museum. He was smart and funny; I had always liked him. But I didn't like Luke for long; I loved him soon enough, but I knew I was bound to be trapped by him.

  Then, Luke knocked on my door at 9 p.m., asking for me, to my dad.

  Dad smiled, "Ah, so you're the lucky guy."

  Luke smirked, blushing a little. "I guess so, sir."

  "You guess?"

  Luke blushed deeper and then smiled. "My apologies, sir." He put his hand out to meet my dad's. Surprisingly, my dad shook it. "Lucas Elias."

  "Calvin Rochester. Nice to meet you, Lucas." Dad told him. "Emily!" Dad called and turned to see me. I stood in my hallway doorway and smiled at the two best men of my life. My dad smiled at me, seeing me wear the dress my mom wore on her first date with Dad; a pastel blue dress that went to my knees, my white flats and wore my hair in a low bun. I pushed up my glasses.

  "Hi," I said, awkwardly, "I guess you two have met already."

  "Guess so," Dad grinned and looked at Luke. He had those dark blue eyes, pale skin, slicked back brown hair and wore a nice button-up shirt and black dress pants. "Be back by morning, okay?" Dad told me. "Don't do anything stupid." He narrowed his eyes a little and I gulped as I looked at Luke, who smiled at me.

  I felt like the whole world was stopping and a slow My Chemical Romance song played in the background like those movies, but it was just me, my dad and Luke and my stupid hopelessly romantic imagination. How bad could it be?

  My dad stared at me with his hazel eyes and I nodded at him, reassuringly. "I'll be home by 7 a.m." I told him. "Thanks, Dad." I kissed his cheek as Luke grabbed my hand and we walked out of my house and to his dad's truck.  Wherever we went to, I wasn't going to care--as long as it was him taking me.

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Luke's thumb ran circles over my hand as I was sitting in the car beside him, him driving us to wherever. Sometimes I felt like being with Luke made me feel more safe; but I was wrong. I felt more uncomfortable. I felt like I was safe from other things but the truth was, I wanted to be safe from Luke. He was strong, funny, smart, caring and determined. He made me fall head-over-heels and now I couldn't drag myself out of it. I knew that liked Luke wasn't a good thing because my dreams would be crushed but now... He's taking me on dates and has kissed me more than 10 times. Maybe he likes me after all.

  As me and Luke were on the way to wherever, I hadn't talked to him and I had just noticed. "Like my dad?" I asked him, smirking. He laughed.

  "He seems cool. Although he doesn't throw off the I'm her dad and I'll hurt you if you hurt or touch her vibe." He laughed. I laughed too and my hand found his. He held my hand and stopped the truck and looked at me. "I really like you, Em."

  I blushed but I knew it all along. "I really like you too, Luke."

  He smiled and kissed me as his hand held my cheek and his other held my hand. His lips moved slow and steady, just like me and him were. When he pulled away, I stared into his dark blue eyes. "Lucas, what are we?" I asked him, looking into his eyes as if I'd find the answer there. "Am I your girlfriend? Am I just your date? Am I a friend? What am I?"

  He stared at me and sighed. "Emily, you're much more to me than any of those. I mean, I'd love for you to be my girlfriend. But what I'm saying s that I care about you more than just a girlfriend." He said quietly, "I've had many girlfriends, Em. But none of them were close to as beautiful or smart or funny or interesting as you, and I just want to experience that as your boyfriend, Emily."