Wake me

Three

Holly

You’d think, after breaking off whatever relationship me and Danny had, that he’d have been the one stuck in my thoughts. That I’d have been tossing and turning, pacing and running countless scenarios through my head about how it could have gone differently with him. But it wasn’t him on my mind – it was Luca. This annoyed me because he’d done nothing to deserve my scrutiny. He didn’t value my opinion and didn’t want my admiration or friendship, so why should I have given him the satisfaction.

Of course he didn’t know he was the centre of my thoughts, but still; I couldn’t let him control me. Not when he had been so rude to me the day before. I’d only tried to help Luca when Danny hit him. It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for it.

As I repeated these constant excuses to myself, I realised I was only fooling myself. There wasn’t any point. Despite my hurt at his cold behaviour, I couldn’t help but feel guilty about his eye. Even covered in blood his beauty had made me want to scream. He made me want to scream. I’d only known him a few days!

I decided there and then, that he wasn’t good for me, and I made a resolution to ignore Luca. Not in a rude way; not in a - he asked a question and I refused to answer - way. I just wouldn’t start any conversations. I wouldn’t look at him. I wouldn’t think about him.

Well, as far as I could control.

Luca

Lying in on my soft baby blue comforter, I tossed and turned. I wished it was my hurt eye keeping me awake. It wasn’t.

I tried not to think about her. I wouldn’t let myself feel guilty. She’d been mean to Saffron. She’d used me to get to her. Who does that? What a bitch? I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to find sleep.

Dark chocolate hair, cascading in luscious curls around creamy skin dotted with the cutest freckels. I wanted to kiss each one, individually.

No - she wasn’t mine.  I couldn’t fall for a beautiful shell, not when I knew what she was like underneath. Who cared that when we’d talked, I’d finally understood why girls acted like they did. Never mind that she was easy to talk to and funny and pretty. She’d proved her true colours. I was just glad I’d escaped her while I could.

Grey eyes. Silver flecks. Sparkling in the starlight like the moon and the sun at once, reflecting back the world with an irresistible innocence.

 Innocent? Why was I thinking this? She was a vixen. I wouldn't be tempted by her. Even when she smelled like summer and the sorrow in her eyes when I was hurt had seemed painfully genuine. Even when the feel of her hands on my face felt so right.

There was another pair of eyes I had to remember - the mesmerising and adorable eyes of my sister. I loved her more than anything, and SHE had hurt her. I couldn't forget that.

 NO, I wasn’t tempted. Not at all.