Mr. Player

Chapter Six - Anti-Luke Strike

Chapter Six - Anti-Luke Strike

The conversation flew amongst the table so freely, it wasn't as though I was invisible, it was as though I were actually a part of the family. Gina invited me to help myself as she placed the big dish of spaghetti on the table. Politely, the whole family waiting until I served myself. So upon noticing this my arm reached out for the utensil to retrieve my spaghetti, as did another hand.

Shyly, I placed my hand back on my lap and waited for Luke to serve himself. He held onto his plate as he dished a good scoopful of pasta onto the plate. Soon, the plate was right in front of my face, my nose inhaled the sweet aroma of freshly home cooked pasta. I searched into Luke's eyes as he gestured once more for me to take the plate.

I held it in my hands and took note that Luke, although he is obnoxious, he is actually quite a gentleman.

Surprisingly, before we began to eat his Nonna started with prayer. But, there was a twist, she held out her hand which Jai took, Gina gave Jai the look which meant that involuntary he took Beau's hand, Beau held his mum's hand, who held her dad's hand, who then reached over to hold my hand.

My eyes darted around the table, everyone was holding hands and the circle was incomplete until I held Luke's hand. "The amount of girls who would want to be in your position is uncountable" he said in a cocky tone with that simple smirk on his face.

"Quit playing hard to get Al." He said, referring to my free hand which was fumbling with the hem of my shirt.

"I'm not playing, I am hard to get." I said with more confidence than I expected.

Oh you wish Alex.

"Al" he said with a cheeky smirk, he knew that this was inevitable.

And soon he slid his masculine, warm hand into my small, shy one. It had literally felt like our hands were a pair. His hands warmth radiated onto mine, my hand molded into his form. His hand was so big, yet it was protective over mine. As we all mumbled the words to the prayer, I couldn't help but stare at Luke's hand in mine.

His hand burned through mine and of course my heart rate was increasing the longer it stayed in mine. My breath hitched in my throat as I listened to my impossibly fast heart beat.

"You can let go now Al." Luke smirked as I finally snapped out of the trance. No one but he and I could see that our hands were still interlocked as they were under the table.

Although every ounce of my body did not want to let go, hesitantly I did and instantly I missed his warmth. My whole body felt a shiver, it was as though his touch could keep my whole body warm. I glanced down at my paralyzed hand, it had tingled in it, every finger tip tingled but it was a good kind of tingle. I kind of loved that feeling. That feeling I only got from Luke.

We tucked into our meals and I was addressed on several accounts to answer questions both his grandparents and mother asked. With my best manners put forward I answered all their questions which ranged on a variety of topics to the best of my ability.

Soon we all moved from the table, after clearing the plates, to the television. Luke invited me to take a seat, I observed all the couches and there was only one free one, the same one which contained Luke's body on it.

I took a seat on the couch beside Luke but my estimations were incorrect, I said closer to him than I intended. He didn't seem to mind though. I glanced back at him, consuming his features. How can one human being be so incredibly sexy?

"So Alex, why don't you stick around and we can play a little game." Beau said suggestively, making me feel uncomfortable. I could feel Luke's blunt glare at Beau and cautious stare at me.

"I really should be getting home" I said, fiddling with my fingers which became the most interesting thing. I analyzed the environment I was in just before, Luke's environment. His family. How he came out of those wonderful people will always be a mystery to me.

"I'll drive you." Luke said, pushing himself up off the couch.

"I have my car." I shot back, feeling slightly odd about Luke's predicament. He is never like this, ever. Why is he being so nice?

"Right." Luke said, I read his facial expression and for some reason he was beating himself up. As to say 'face palm, nice one dumbass'.

I gathered up everything Luke prepared for Annabelle, I bid his family good bye and I headed for my car. I didn't realise that he was following behind, his footsteps almost silent.

"Another lonely night Al?" He cooed as I unlocked my car.

"Excuse me?" I said, overly offended.

"There is always room in my bed, if you ever feel to lonely." He offered with a smug smile.

"Sorry, I was never one for a threesome." With that I flicked him a wave of good bye and I dug into my car.

~*~

"Another night out?" My mother greeted me as though she had been waiting out for me.

"Hi mum," I said taking note that for the first time it was obvious she didn't trust me, but why?

"Don't 'hi mum' me, do you what it's like to get a phone call from your children's school and for them to tell you that their child was on detention. Then embarrassing yourself by saying that the school got their children mixed up but no, they hadn't!" my mum said, the obvious hint of anger in her voice that I had never experienced before.

"Mum I'm really so-" she cut me off by shoving her hand in my face.

"I dont want the excuses, where exactly have you been." She said, glancing at the bundled up blankets in my arms.

Her mind went for the worst as she dug through the blankets to Gina babies face, "Mum relax, it's fake." I said trying to calm her shocked face.

"Alexandra Brooklyn Binks, straight to your room, I don't even know who you are anymore." she yelled at me. Usually she only says full names when she is mad, but the anger is ne'er directed towards me so I have never experienced this before.

As I walked up the stairs to my room she muttered to herself, "A detention, my Alex." She repeated in disbelief.

I slammed my door shut to prevent her from following me any further. I groaned inwardly, slamming my hands on my desk. I then sighed realizing that I was in the wrong, I'm the one who got on detention. I was still in shock. I hauled myself to retrieve my homework from my bag and I began consuming myself in trigonometry.

It's him. And I'm disappointed in myself that I succumb to be one of them, just another sheep in his flock. He is a bad influence and I'm losing sight of the real Alex, the Alex who doesn't swears, the Alex who doesn't get on detention and the Alex who doesn't fall for dumb boys.

I decided that it was best for everyone if I went on an Anti-Luke strike. He did nothing for me except for getting me into trouble. My marks on small quizzes are dropping. All I have to do is take a shift and look after a baby and that's all I'm going to do. No more stops at his house, no more meeting his family and no more him.

He was over confident and definitely over rated and I don't need that mess in my life. We would be acquaintances, end of.

I found myself getting back into the rhythm of actually doing homework, something that I have neglected for the past week. As I patted Annabelle on the back, I memorized lines in a scarlet letter which would come in handy if we ever needed to perform a small portion of the play. Now I was getting back to the best of being the real Alex, one who is organized.

I was finished with my homework at around 10pm and I decided to call it a night. It was fair to say that when I smiled, it was a smile of Alex, not a sheep. And suddenly I realised that I was dependent on Luke but why? He did nothing for me, absolutely nothing.

Just as I was about to fall asleep my door opened and my light was turned on, a very excited, surprised and shocked Tara walked in.

"Detention," she mumbled, jumping onto my bed without permission.

I squinted as my eyes desperately tried to adjust to the light. "How is it that the hottest guy in school still wants to spend time with you and not me?" She questioned as if it were so hard to fathom.

"Tara, I want to sleep." I groaned, throwing my covers over my head to block out the light. It was unsuccessful.

"No, you aren't helping me achieve my aim." She whined as she re-positioned herself on my bed.

"Your aim to get in his pants." I said with disgust and she giggled but then soon gasped.

"You like him dont you." She squealed.

"What no. That's gross." I said quickly, maybe too quickly.

"Then why are you so defensive?" She quizzed.

"Stop denying it Alex, you like the Bad Boy." And without she skipped out of the room, without closing my door behind her.

She's crazy I don't like Luke. In fact I might hate him. I hate his arrogance, the fact that he thinks he's always right, the cute smirk, the mesmerizing brown eyes.

No I don't like him and even if I did it would never happen because I am way out of his league.

~*~

There was something in his walk that was arrogant. Hands dug into his pockets, head up, walking superior over every body else. He walked with such pride, back straight, his arrogance was literally radiating off him. Through the white school shirt his back muscles were visible. I had an urge to have my fingers travel over them.

So much for finding him arrogant Alex! Remember Anti-Luke Strike?

Along side him was his twin brother, Jai. And a boy I met before, James. As per usual they pretended that they didn't notice the audience watching as they strided through school. Mikaela was trailing behind them, weak in their presence. She was like a sheep, following their each and every move. But back to him, he walked right in the middle of the corridor, as if he owned the school. He knew that he would always have his way, no matter what task.

I scoffed as I watched each and every girl having their eyes glued to his back side. He jerked his head to the left and his eye caught mine. Everyone knew he was a jerk but no one minded, especially when his pure brown eyes were gazing upon you, like he was doing to me now. I gave him the glare, as if to say 'What'. I watched as he threw his head back in hysterics.

I could just imagine him hearing my voice in the back of his head. He did his signature smirk towards me for looking away and heading out the doors. How could one person have so much pride in himself? I could hear his words repeating in my head, "The amount of girls who would want to be in your position is uncountable" he was so cocky yet so sure of himself.

The problem was that he knows he is unbelievably good looking yet he uses his charm for evil.

I wanted to look away first so then I would have that over him. Why did I even look at him? I don't care about anything to do with the name Luke Brooks. But I couldn't escape it, he, his name was every where.

I began my journey to homeroom, I was not landing myself another detention for being late.

"Binks." I heard my name being called out in a deep, husky and completely sexy voice.

Way to be mad at him Alex!

"Binks!" He said as I pretended not to hear him, I continued my way down the hall on my way to science, a subject that I needed my mind in.

"Al," he said almost breathlessly which made me completely weak. He was right behind me, his chest almost hitting my back and I could hear his unsteady breathing.

"Are you avoiding me Al?" He asked jokingly as we turned the corner, yes I say 'we' because he was walking right beside me.

"Trying to." I shot back, just being in his presence made my fists clench.

"Wait," he said, reading my facial expressions. He devoured each and every detail on my face which made me slightly insecure.

And of course we were dealing with inconsiderate Luke who actually stopped me in the middle of the corridor causing a disruption in the schools traffic but either way we stopped.

"You're being serious?" he questioned, examining my face for more emotions.

"Nice observation genius." I spat at him, readjusting the folder that was digging into my wrist.

"What's fucking wrong, what happened?" He asked, retracing in his mind the good evening and now not even being able to comprehend my mood.

His swearing was making it hard for me to breathe, it was so articulate, his eyes were dark brown with anger.

"You came into my life!" I shot back, the words formed into my mouth without my brains consent and immediately I regret opening my mouth.

He paused for a moment, composing himself and being the true bloke he said, "Alright Alex, if that's how you feel" and with that he walked off.

I'm going to be blunt, it hurt when he called me Alex, it shouldnt though, its my name. He shouldn't have that effect on me. He just shouldn't.

Ignoring him didn't go quite to plan considering I had a Health Class later that afternoon.