Bitten // Luke Hemmings

Jesus, Luke?

"Welcome to church baby girl."

Luke winks at me and I groan.

"So now you're gonna talk to me after completely ignoring me after the 'vision' " I glare at him.

"Whoops."

He raises his hand as if surrendering.

I roll my eyes and walk away from him.

Luke grabs my wrist and pulls me closer to him. I notice that everyone had shuffled off the lawn and into the church.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, "I shouldn't have left like that."

"It's okay," I reply, "and yes. You shouldn't have left like that."

"Reconcile?"

"Hm? You wanna go out again?"

"Is that a yes? I just wanna fix things with us."

I smile at Luke's extremely dimpled face.

"Sure. Where's this date going to be?"

"Right now and it's a suprise."

"Luke it's church time. My moms gonna kill me if I leave. How about later tonight?" I ask.

"Later tonight it is. Wear some warm clothes," Luke grins at me.

"Okay."

We walk back into the main room where people were eating breakfast.

"Honey."

I feel my mother's presence behind me.

"Yes mom?" I ask sweetly.

"Well hello Luke. I didn't know you also came to this church," she gives Luke a big smile, showing her teeth.

"Yes I do indeed. I came here with my mom and brother," Luke reply back in a formal manner.

Since when was he such a gentlemen?

"Really? Can you point them out to me. I would love to meet your mother."

He points to a lady who was middle aged with straight blond hair and blue eyes just like Luke.

I cough to grab their attention.

"So mom. What did you need from me," I groan.

"I just wanted to check up on you. Did you know your father already has gotten a date for golf with a man who knows the person who owns Microsoft?"

"Um okay. But you know he hates golf."

"I could teach your father golf, Quinn. I've been playing since I was 7," Luke butts into our conversation.