You're supposed to be mine.

Chapter 12

Ohhhhh, getting so excited now! ahh! right, the beginning of this chapter is her dream from the night after the party. sorry, i know i had to ruin it, but i didnt want any confusion, hehe! 

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Chapter 12 

*   "Eboni? I love you. I have loved you all your life, and I will always love you." He paused to look me in the eye. "Eboni, I love you more than anything. More than our giant house shaped like an orange, which smells of orange and is filled with all items orange."    * 

Funnily enough, i woke up smelling orange. I fihured that it was just the plug in air freshener plugged in at the side of me, though. 

That dream was a weird one. I don't know what i was thinking of last night to leave me dreaming of Luke confessing his love to me. Probably because I've been dreaming about him for a long time now. But did I love him? Well.. maybe. No, I can't love him. I hardly know the guy! And i can't even have a decent conversation with him without spluttering and stuttering. Although I have only came close to a conversation with him twice. 

He's great. And I'm so sure that if I had the chance to love him, I most definitely could. I do - sort of - have a crush on him. That sounds so stalkerish concidering he doesn't even realise that I like him! A guy like him wouldn't even give me the time of day, or even a minute of day. And i'd be insane to think that me, Eboni Lee, the geek from history, would be able to have a gut like him. Insane! 

"What are you doing awake?" Brooke asked, very groggily. I'm not too sure if she was even awake. She peeked at me through one eye and turned all the way round to the other side to grab her phone from the bedside table to check the time. It read '8:13'.

"I just woke up. I had a weird dream. It was about Luke again." I admitted.

"aw, god. I have such a head ache! What happened in your dream?" 

"It's not important. And no wonder you have a headache, Brooke! You nearly passed out and you made Luke drive us home. He carried you all the way up stairs after you fell asleep in his car! Talk about embarrassing, Brooke!"

"Eboni, even though I was drunk, i did you a favour! You dream about the guy - talk about creepy - and you 'like' him, yet you won't even say hi to him! It;s about time you grew a pair and actually had a conversation to him!" 

"What? How can you even say that, brooke? You know fine well how I am around guys! and I can't exactly help who I'm dreaming about, can I? You'd be fine and very big-headed if I was constantly dreaming about you anyway, although that would be very creepy!" I spat. How could she even say that? That I had to 'grow a pair'? She was supposed to be the one who stood by me and comforted me, no matter how messed up I was. We were supposed to be best friends!

"Don't be like that, Brooke!" She said, sitting up straight. She winced as the sunlight peered through the window and was in line with her eyes. "You know I didn't mean it like that! You just need to grow some courage, and actually talk to the guy! It's creepy and a bit stupid that you dream about him but won't even talk to him." 

Fair enough. If that's how she felt, let her be. But I wasn't going to listen to this from my best friend. She knew how i felt. "Fine."

I stood up and collected my clothes, phone and keys and walk out of her room, down stairs and out her front door. I didn't know where I was going to go, because my house was at least a good 45 minute walk from here and i had no car, and no money for a taxi. 

I looked up to see Brooke twitching open her curtain in her bedroom. Probably annoyed that I walked out, but she deserved it! She was supposed to stand by me through think and thin, and right now she wasn't being at all supportive! not at all.

I started walking on the route to my house with my hands full. My mum and dad would both be working, too, so ther was no way either of them could even come and pick me up. I had to fend for myself this time. And bribe my dad to buy me a car later, even though he wouldn't. 

Sighing, I continued to walk. After what seemed like five minutes, a motor bike pulled up at the side of the road. I paused as I recognised the boots the rider was wearing. Crap. 

He took off his helmet to reveal a very cocky smirk as he looked me up and down and raised his eyebrows. "Last nights party clothes? What are we going to do with you, miss Trouble?" 

I rolled my eyes at what he was probably thinking. "Nothing, shut up, Aaron. I stayed at Brooke's last night! Not that it's anything to do with you." 

His face completely softened. "Yeah. Well, where are you off to? Do you need a ride?" 

"Not on that thing ayway. Where were you going?" 

The cockiness returned as he replied, "Home. I stayed out last night.. at a friends." 

"I'm sure you're very good friends, you minger!" I scoffed. "You're disgusting, you know that?" 

"Yeah. Hop on. I'm heading your way, neighbour." With a wink - and a judgemental disgusted expression from me - he added, "Hurry up. You dont even have a bag for all your stuff. And it's a bit of a walk for your wee legs." He even glanced at my legs. 

As my cheeks redened, I began to think this outfit choice for last night was a bad idea afterall. "No thanks." 

"Come on, you know you want to." 

"I really don't, thanks." 

With a twinlke in his eye, he grabbed my hand unexpectedly and pulled me towards the bike. "Put your stuff in there," He pointed to the storage compartment, "and sit down." He sat his helmet on my head, too. 

Oh, what the hell! You only life once, right? I shrugged and sat down, swallowing my fears. I did buckle the belt on the helmet as I was afraid it would fall off.

"Sexy." 

"Shut up!" I said, hot with embarrassment. I forgot, I would have to hold onto him, right? Remembering what he said on Friday made me gulp. The memory of him saying aloud that I'd have to touch him. To hold onto him. To feel his abs beneath my hands. I know, doesn't sound too bad, right? But this is Aaron I'm talking about. It would just make his ego a whole lot bigger and I'd never hear the end of it! 

He simply chuckled at my answer. "Eboni, I can't start the bike unless you hold on." 

I internally groaned. I knew this was coming. His intentions, probably. He just wanted to hold this over me and he will never let me forget it! 

"It's not that bad! I've held your hand before, you know." Don't remind me.. "Eboni, just do it." I sighed but before i could give in, he reached behind and guided my hands round his waste and placed them on the lower part of his stomach. A little too low. "Impressed?"

Yes. "No. I hate you." I didn't move my hands any higher. I didn't want him to think I was feeling him up, because I would literally drown in embarrassment if he told his brother i was touching him. 

Oh god, here we go. A swift kick to the stand, and a pull on the handles sent us flying down the road. I was shocked and scared so my arms automatically tightened around his waste which made him chuckle. Probably because of how cocky and arrogant he was that he actually got me on this mad bike. It was crazy how i agreed to ride with him. Now i had done it once, there would be no reason why I shouldn't in the future, and he will most definitely use that against me! What have I got myself in for..?