lukey

Chapter 2

When I was five years old I broke my arm. I was playing in the garden when I tripped on a rock and landed on my arm awkwardly.

I cried my heart out at first, and everyone ran outside. What is surprising was my dad came outside as quickly as he could- before anyone else- kneeling down beside me and making sure I was okay. He drove me to the hospital himself, he didn't want any of his friends to go because I kept on crying and screaming and he was worried.

He held my other hand when they examined my broken arm; he soothed me as they took an x Ray.

After that, whilst I had my cast on he would always be by my side. No matter if he had work he would cancel; if I was supposed to have school he would phone in saying that I was sick.

But straight after the cast was removed he shut me out again.

Sometimes, when I was younger, I was so desperate for his attention that I contemplated hurting myself so that he would care again. It's sad to say that the only time I felt that I was loved it was when I was five years old.

So sitting here with my head on Luke's shoulder crying was not anything unusual.

"Look jellyfish," Luke says, "You are getting older and soon you won't need us. Your dad will get over this, he's starting to have another love interest-"

"Screwing my ballet teacher counts as a new love interest does it?" I retort bitterly, making Luke slightly surprised.

"Oh, uh, you heard us talking?" Why did he seem so nervous about this?

"Yeah, I wouldn't just randomly a meltdown like this would I."

Without warning, he grabs my chin and turns my head to look at him. His eyes were full of anger and I know that it was a stupid idea to be so obnoxious.

"Don't talk to me like that again okay?" Luke says slowly, intently staring into my eyes. I immediately feel bad because at this moment in time, he was angry. But I found it hot.

"Okay Lukey," I whisper, instantly regretting calling him Lukey. I had never called him that since I overheard a conversation between him and his girlfriend a year ago. The PG version is that anyone can make him feel flustered just calling him that.

For a moment his eyes fill with lust, but goes back again. It's probably because I'm a stupid, immature schoolgirl who is way too young for him.

"I'm sorry, fuck, I'm turning into your father," he says, putting his head in his hands.

I frown. "What? No you aren't, that's stupid Luke." I run my index finger up and down his back in comfort. "You are protecting me, something my dad has never done before."

It was silent for a bit, until Luke got up.
"You can't - you can't keep touching me Jessie..." Luke whispers. "It's wrong. It's just wrong okay?"

"I don't mean it in a sexual sence, Luke." I'm standing up now too; with my hands on my hips.

"Either way," Luke starts, glancing at me and then down at the floor. "I can't do that. Especially with you."

"Why Luke? Because I'm a 17 year old immature school girl?"

"No!" He shouts, making me flinch. "I've seen you grow up Jess, it's not okay to see you as attractive and I certainly can't have feelings for you."

I raise my eyebrow at him; feeling a little hopeful. Should I just tell him that I've loved him since I was a little girl?

"And, um, do you?" I take a step closer to him.
"More than I should," he finally admits. "But I'm not going to act on it- we aren't going to act on it."