Chapter 2

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TARA'S POV

When we arrived at school I removed my arms around the bad boys waist. I could feel the eyes burning into me from the people surrounding us.

"I'm Tara by the way" I said shyly

"I'm Luke as you already know" he smirked at the end of his sentence. I don't understand how people like boys who smirks at their own sentence is just wrong and wierd.

I couldn't help notice everyone still staring even though I was off the bike. Luke grabbed my hand and I looked I'm shock.

"Come on Tara won't want you late for class" Luke said as he pulled my hand.

He walked me to my class.

"Um thanks"

"No problem, come sit at my table at lunch" with Luke saying that he walked off to his class

I walked into my classroom and say at the front of the class and all I could think about was Luke: blond hair, blue eyes, fair skin. He is known as perfection or a slice of heaven to all girls in our school.

"Hey tara, how's u" said Brooke - my other best friend. Brooke was always there for me when I needed him.

"Hey so I've guessed you've heard"

"Yes why didn't you call me I would of given you a lift" she said in a slightly angry tone of voice

"I didn't mean to, I was walking and he told me to get on his bike so I did"

She sat down next to me and kept asking me questions. When the bell went I quickly grabbed my bag and ran out the door until I felt someone's hands sneak round my waist. I turned round to see Luke.

"Hey nerd"

"Please stop calling me that" I protested and removed his hands from round my waist

He placed them back "why should I take my hands away from your beautiful body"

"Asshole" I muttered under my breath

"What did you just say to me" he said with a hint of anger in his voice

"Nothing" I tried to walk away when he grabbed my wrist

"Meet me after school, I will drop you off at home"

I walked through the halls with that thought in my mind. Why is he being so nice to me


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