You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

Condom? - Chapter Twenty - Seven

Warning: Contains Smut

Mia's POV.

Luke and I decided that it was probably best for us to start our project back at my dorm because his dorm always had people flitting in and out so we would get fewer distractions here. Our professor had given us the emotion of 'jealousy', which I found extremely ironic because mine and Luke's relationship is basically built on jealously.

Although, it may give us both a chance to express how we feel when we see the other person with someone else. At least we both know that this song will have a lot of emotion in it, which is what our professor wants.

I walked in and chucked my bag and shoes off into the corner of the room by my bed while Luke took his off and left them by the door. I sat on my bed, patting the spot next to me to usher Luke to sit next to me.

"So, how are we going to start this thing?" Luke questioned, sitting close enough to me that our thighs touched.

"Well, when me and Michael do it, he usually comes up with a melody on guitar and then we will both try to come up with the lyrics to fit." I told him. It was a good routine that Michael and I had going since we started working together on projects at the beginning of the year.

"Okay, the only problem we've got there is that I haven't brought my guitar." He said, shifting in his spot to face me.

"Oh, right. Maybe we could just see if we could come up with some lyrics then? At least that's something we have ready for next time when you have your guitar."

"Yeah, that could work. I actually have a lyric in mind already." He scratched the back of his head, a habit I've learnt he does when he's nervous.

"Hit me with it."

"What about, 'it's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous'?" He said, looking deep into my eyes, like he was trying to tell me something.

"Uh huh, that could work." I gulped. Was that Luke's way of saying that he acts like a dick because he's jealous so it's okay? As much as it pissed me off, it did make my heart flutter at the thought of him being jealous.

I wrote down what Luke had said in one of my note books and looked back at him to see if he had any other lyrics in mind.

When he kept quiet, I spoke up, "I was thinking that we could do like a point of view duet? So you would sing how you feel when you are jealous and I would sing how I feel?" I asked him.

"Good plan, I think that idea could work. Have you thought of any lyrics yet?"

I thought for a couple of seconds, tapping my pen against my chin while looking at the ceiling. An idea I was hesitant of popped into my head and I turned back to Luke with an unsure look on my face.

"'Ain't nobody but you got me stressin' this way'?" I spoke unsure. I was a bit scared to speak what was on my mind because I knew deep down that Luke would know that this was about him.

It was true, though. Everything Luke does seems to stress me, not just when it comes to girls. There is never a moment that passes that I don't think of the fact that Luke deals drugs to people, giving me a headache that could last for hours. He acts like it's not a big deal and I don't understand why. It is a big deal. Just because we haven't spoken about it again, doesn't mean I'm not going to bring it up in the future.

Luke stayed silent for a few seconds, staring deep into my eyes, before he lent forward and attached our lips together in a heated mess. I instantly kissed back, opening my mouth for Luke's tongue to enter. There was no denying that I was attracted to Luke, he had something about him that had me melting under his touch.