torn // muke

9

Luke

"Hey Michael!" I said, noticing he was walking past me. He didn't respond, so I caught up to him, and grabbed his arm.

"Michael?" I asked, and he sighed. "Leave me alone, Luke." He said, and I frowned.

I kinda wanted to be the one to avoid Michael considering he liked someone that wasn't me, but I knew that was wrong. I miss his attention anyway.

"Michael, I wanna talk.." I said, and he scoffed.

"Maybe you should ask that guy. I'm busy.." He said, and I crossed my arms.

"Maybe you're just jealous.." I said, and he rolled his eyes Luke. "Jealous of what? Luke, all I did was want to see if you were okay. You could've nicely declined my offer to hang out instead of being such a bitch." He said, and I sighed.

"Yeah. I know. I was just a little upset last night, and you were the first person there for me to take out my anger on. I shouldn't have done that." I said, and he sighed, throwing an arm over my shoulder.

"What do you want to do today, Luke?" He asked, and I smiled. "Actually, I want to tell you, I've stopped selling myself to people."

"Luke, that's great, but why?" He asked, and turned to look at me.

"I've found someone who I want. I want them for more than sex and money. They're so much more important than all of this, and I want them to know I'm all theirs." I said, and he smiled.

"That's great, Luke! Who is it?" He asked, and I blushed, shaking my head.

"I'll tell you another day." I laughed.

"Can you tell me about them?" He asked, and I smiled.

"I want them so bad, but they don't want me back...yet. I want everything I have with them to be special, so I've quit everything I do. I don't sell myself, and I'm starting to ease up on smoking. I don't have to be seen as that person anymore." I said, and he smiled down at me.

"I have so much respect for you." He said, and I blushed, looking down.