SKYLAR
When Luke dropped me off by house, I immediately went to bed because I was too tired to do anything.
I put on some black sweatpants and a tight grey halter croptop. No one was gonna see me anyway. My hair was in a messy bun, and my make up was removed.
I took my bowl of Dorito's and jumped in my warm bed, grabbing a hand full of them and stuffing my mouth.
Honestly, this was an everyday routine.
My phone buzzed next to me. Who's texting me at 11 pm?
With my frowned eyebrows, I opened the message.
Luke: hey babe, you okay?
I blushed at the name. No one ever called me babe.
Skylar: i guess
Luke: can i come over
Skylar: i look like shit
Luke: lol no i'm coming over
I put my phone away, my parents will come back around midnight. They were at a theater in the big city, so it takes longer than usual. I wonder what my parents will say when I come home with Luke. I'm not ashamed of him, hell no, but my parents will look at me like I'm going crazy.
I heard a car outside, so I quickly put my bowl of crisps on my nightstand.
But Luke was here this fast? Oh shit, with that car he's everywhere in a minute.
The doorbell rang, making me jump up from the bed, and I straightened my top, taking out my bun and running downstairs.
To be honest, I was happy that Luke came here with me. I felt alone, and I wanted company.
I slowly opened the front door, the cold air from outside hit my feet, and as I looked up, Luke was standing there, his hair flat against his head, it looked cute. Wait. I called Luke Hemmings cute. Oh, how he changed from punk to cute.
His shirt was just a basic black tee, and one of his tattoos peeked out of the shirt, with a black bomber jacket, and as usual, black skinny jeans and all black converse.
He bit his lip and walked in, removing his jacket and hanging it somewhere in the dresser.
"Look, Skylar, -" He started, but I interrupted him. "Let's go upstairs first." I said as I walked upstairs, Luke following me.
I sat down on the edge of my bed, with my legs crossed. I watched Luke sit down next to me, his hands folded.
"So.. As I wanted to say, I.. I realised I wanted to come over." He simply said, his eyes locked on my eyes, every few seconds moving somewhere else. "Because, I want to."
I turned a 100 degrees, fiddlinf with my thumbs, not knowing what to say back.
Luke's hand got a hold of my hands, making me scared. "Stop. It's annoying."
I nodded, looking away from him and still blushing.
In a mum of time, Luke pinned me down on the bed, my legs inbetween his.
His hot breath on my face kind of turned me on. He kept his balance by putting his weight on his arms that were on the bed. "Skylar.." One of his hands moved over my collarbone, and ended on my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. Luke leaned in and planted kisses on my neck, the cold metal of his lip ring tickled my skin. His hand moved back on his place on the bed.
He pulled away and frowned. "I gotta smoke." He jumped off the bed, opening the door to my balcony and leaned against the balcony fence, as he lit up a cigarette and inhaled it, smirking at me.
I blushed and walked over to the bathroom, checking myself in the mirror.
Damn, I looked like a brainwashed bitch. I quickly splashed some water in my face, and dried it off. This obviously didn't change the way I looked, but oh well. I felt better this way.
I walked out of the bathroom, entering my bedroom again seeing Luke was still smoking on the balcony.
When he saw me, he quickly smashed the cigarette to the cement, walking over to me and his cold hand grabbed mine. "Look, I have to leave." He said, as he licked his bottom lip.
"Will I see you again this week?" I asked, looking down at his converse.
"Maybe, if you'll come over at mine."
He walked away, and I followed him downstairs.
"Why don't you stay longer?" I asked, not much confidence in my voice.
Luke smirked. "Because I don't wanna turn crazy." He took one step towards me, his chest close to me. "And you turn me crazy."
I blushed and bit my lip. "That's the reason?" I said, a little giggle escaping my mouth.
"Skylar? Did you feel comfortable about what I did?" He looked down at me. I looked up. "Of course. It's you, Luke." I awkwardly said.
"Tonight, at the club, I told you were going to kiss me. But you hugged me." He chuckled, throwing his head back. "I'm an idiot. I shouldn't be even touching you." Luke said, his voice low.
He put on his bomber, walking away to his car.
I felt sad for not answerimg him. I'm such a bitch. I don't deserve a friend like Luke. Friend? Are we friends? Are we lovers? I mean, I like him. When he kissed my neck, I felt amazing, and I wish he'd stay longer.
Before I knew, I was running towards him, and he turned around, I stood on my toes and took his face in my hands, pressing my lips against his.
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I asdfghjklmbxnwjsn love this
3 chapters in one day okay
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