Hot Coffee, Cold Hands

Chapter 7 ♡

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"It's a pretty wild party right?"

I turned around on the seat I was sitting on outside and saw Luke stood there, smiling at me.

I had snuck away from the party about 10 minutes ago to get some air, and I had been sitting by myself ever since. Seeing as though there needed to be lots of space inside The Hideout for the mass of dancing teenagers, some of the tables and chairs had been relocated outside, and I'd managed to find a particularly comfy seat.

"Yeah, I can see why so many people have come." I replied, tugging my jacket tighter around my body. Initially I had left the party to go outside and get some air, as the crush of dancing bodies had made me all clammy and hot. It was now that I noticed the chill that was in the air, sending little shivers down my spine.

"You mind if I sit?" He asked hesitantly, motioning towards the seat to my right.

"Not at all," I smiled. He took the seat next to me and-call me cheesy-heat seemed to radiate off his body. I had to fight the urge to lean in closer to him.

"All get a bit too much in there?" Luke questioned, jerking a thumb back towards the party that was still in full swing.

"I was getting a bit warm, I just needed some air," I explained and he nodded in understanding.

There was a moment of silence-not awkward silence, comfortable silence, before Luke spoke again.

"You know what?" He turned to me fully, a grin on his face. "I need to know more about you Indie Allen, you seem like a very interesting person to know."

I snorted, which made him grin even wider. "You must have got the wrong girl, Meyer. I'm as plain as can be."

Luke shook his head, "I know I've definitely got the right one, Allen. You've got to be somewhat interesting, otherwise I wouldn't be so drawn to you," he smirked.

My breath hitched a little, which thankfully he didn't seem to notice. What did he mean, 'drawn' to me? I shook it off and regained my composure.

"Fine!" I gave in, and he fist pumped, making me laugh. "Lets do it fairly though-how about twenty questions?"

Luke pretended to ponder over it for a moment. "You drive a hard bargain Indie, but okay. I guess we can do that."

I mimicked him, doing a mini fist pump, which he rolled his eyes at.

"Okay," He began, "When's your birthday?"

"13th November, you?"

"22nd August. Your turn to ask a question now."

I thought hard about my question. I didn't want him to start asking anything about my family life or my parents, because it has been a fun, carefree night without me thinking about them, and I didn't want to ruin it.

"Indie, snails can ask questions faster than you can," Luke snorted, beginning to countdown from five. "5...4...3...If I get to zero the question automatically transfers over to me," he taunted.

"What, no?! That's not how the game works!" I argued, leaning over and flicking his forehead.

Luke laughed and shook his head. "It is in my rulebook! And anyway, did you just flick me?!"

I nodded and looked at him indignantly. "Yes I did."

"Think of a question Allens, you're so slow," he whined, obviously having given up with the whole countdown timer thing.