Hair Bows and Don'ts

02 | C. R. A. S. H.

Thankfully, the walk isn't really long, and the hand-holding doesn't last as long as I thought. However, if I'd let go of Luke's hand somewhere during the walk, Blake would make a point to inform Clarity, and within seconds, two pairs of suspicious eyes would land on us, scanning us up and down.

Of course, that would mean more awkward explanations, but most of the time they let it slide when Luke immediately moved towards me, as if he had been dragged by an invisible force.

The Force, everyone.

But when they did want answers, Luke was always the one who covered it up, saying I was still a little upset at him for the fight, but then proceeded to sling his arm around my shoulder and rub it with the pad of his thumb before holding my hand again.

I think there's a fire burning on my shoulder now, because Luke's discomfort was radiating off him with every touch.

"Here we are," Clarity announces, and I drop Luke's hand immediately, biting my lip and ducking my head a little, feeling embarrassed. PDA, which includes hand-holding, in the middle of the street isn't my thing.

According to Clarity, their family are huge fans of Star Wars, and that's why Luke ended up as...well, Luke.

And they also didn't happen to have 'Skywalker' as their last name.

Coincidental, much?

Not to me. Judging from the enthusiasm and love for Star Wars, I can bet ten fine bucks that they changed their last name to Skywalker on purpose. Coincidences are just too overrated.

"You're on." Luke smirks, as if he just won the bet with myself.

I really need to keep my thoughts to myself, I mentally chide myself.

"Yeah... You totally should." Luke grins.

Oh stars. Could I snap my mouth shut for a minute? It could get me into trouble!

"No shit, Sherlock," he says before staring deep into my eyes.

No sooner, we're having an ultimate stare-off. Who will win? The absolute jerk or the prettiest woman this earth has ever seen?

No, scrap "this earth". Including this solar system. And others. And other galaxies far far away. And pretty much the whole universe loves and supports me. So he's definitely going down.

I'm pretty sure by now, ten minutes has passed—or even an hour—but none of us is giving way. He's giving me that cold hard glare of him. And me? I'm give him my signature glare. But oh stars. He's the most determined player I've met. Usually within five seconds, I would have won. Now? I'm on the verge of extinction.

Say bye to the last of the—awesomesauce—Irabelles. They cannot face defeat and will never stop till they give up. If you are interested, please call this number: (non-existent) to register to be an Irabelle.

Out of the blue, Luke blinks. And blinks again. And again. Then he stands up straighter, bumps harshly into me, and walks away coolly—as if he didn't just ruin the function of my body. That jerk!

I turn around, just to see him walking in... the wrong direction? I blink in confusion. He was walking away from his own house that he lived in since he was born.

I clear my throat, "Umm... I think you should turn around... You're going the wrong way..."

"I knew that." It comes out more weak than I expected.

It wasn't moments before his shoulder collided with mine again. Knocking the wind out of me, I fall on the ground with a resounding thud. Seriously, what was his problem? I didn't knock down his nonexistent cat or anything—if I even knew how to drive.