I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?(1)

(7) I Have To Share A Room With This Strange, Delinquent, Gorgeous Boy? WHY ME!?

I was about to go online for my daily scheduled Skype conversation with Gracie, when my cell phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, Hero, it’s Luke” the voice on the other end made my legs turn to jelly and my stomach do front flips.

“Oh…h-hi!” I stuttered.

“I was just wondering whether you wanted to get together this weekend? Maybe go for a coffee or rent some films or something?” he asked.

My stomach increased the speed of it’s front flips.

“Really!? You mean it!? I mean…yeah, sure, I’d love to!” I replied, overjoyed.

“Awesome” he said “Is Friday alright for you?”

“Friday’s great, yeah” I didn’t actually know if Friday was alright…but I would make it alright anyway.

“Cool. Wanna just meet up after school then and see where things go from there?”

“Sounds like a plan”

“Okay. I can’t wait”

“Me neither!” I squealed, a little too enthusiastically.

“See you at school tomorrow”

“Bye, Luke!”

“Bye, Hero!”

I waited for him to hang up the phone, before screaming excitedly. My first date in California, and he was totally gorgeous. Just looking at him made me forget everything. Those beautiful, intelligent brown eyes. Everything about him was just perfect. I was so happy at that moment, absolutely nothing could ruin it.

“Who’s Luke?”

Nothing, that is, except Rocket.

“A friend I made at school today” I said.

“Sounds like he’s more than a friend” Rocket growled. And all of a sudden, I felt genuinely angry with him. I felt like I had the time he had made Madison cry, except this time I just wanted him to fuck off, leave me alone and stop asking questions.

“It’s none of your business. Leave me the fuck alone” I snapped. He stood frozen on the spot for a moment, as if he was contemplating what I had just said. Then he shrugged, and left the room. I immediately regretted snapping at him like that. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him…but knowing Rocket it probably didn’t matter. He probably didn’t give a damn about how I talked to him. The thing that really mattered at that point was the fact that I had a date with Luke. Not Rocket. I could forget Rocket.

“I can forget Rocket now. I should forget Rocket. Why can’t I forget Rocket?”

With my head once again swimming with questions, I went to bed. But sleep did not come easily. My brain was about to have a total meltdown. I tossed and turned for about half an hour before realising that there was no chance of me getting to sleep at that moment, so I got back out of bed and went out onto the balcony. The moon was absolutely huge, and it was casting a ghostly reflection out onto the ocean. There was a cool breeze, which made me shiver slightly. I heard a voice from behind me.

“Out here again?”

I didn’t need to turn around to see who it was because I recognised the voice. It was Rocket.

“Yeah” I sighed. He remained in the doorway.

“Could I talk to you for a second?” I asked. He took a step closer to me, which I assumed meant yes.