Something Rebellious || l.b.

Chapter 18

I return him an uneasy smile. This is way more awkward than the first time we got stuck together in an elevator. The tension is the air is thick, we both know that what happened last night needs to be discussed, but I can't bring myself to talk about it.

I hear him let out a soft chuckle, I turn to him, but he quickly tries to cover it up by clearing his throat. I raise an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Nothing." He says smiling to himself. A wave of self consciousness washes over me, I fold my arms tightly and stand up straight. Again, out of the corner of my eye, I see Luke trying to stifle a laugh.

"What the hell is up with you?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I would think that since we practically almost had sex last night, we'd be pretty comfortable around each other." I challenge. The words stumbled out of my mouth, I know the subject needs to be discussed, but I didn't expect myself to just throw it out there like that. It was just floating in the back of my mind and I guess my subconscious wanted me to spit it out.

"Who's talking? You or that love bite?"

Love bite? Is he talking about my hickey? Oh shit. My hickey. Stupid Australian terminology. I quickly put my hand up to the light bruise.

"And who's responsible for that?" I retort.

"You're as much to blame for it, if not more."

"You're not serious." I scoff

"Just a friendly reminder that you kissed me first." His joking tone is fading, now I know that the matter at hand is going to get heated soon and not in the fun way.

"I may have kissed you first, but you could've stopped it. I didn't know what I was doing!" I keep on trying to convince myself it was the alcohol that pushed myself on to him. Either way, I'm not going to let him walk over me.

"How could I deny a chance for a good time?" He smirked. Somehow, I knew he was going to say something like that. How stupid of me to think that there was even a slim chance he would kiss me back ( let alone take it further ) because he maybe, kind of, sort of, felt something for me. There's no point in even denying the fact that I felt something for Luke. Probably just because I've never been intimate with anyone before. I haven't even had my first kiss before Luke came along!

I've always imagined my first to be nerve racking. I would get lost in his burning gaze and slowly but surely he would lean in and press his lips on mine. Not much of a fantasy, but I don't ask for too much. Now look at this, I've wasted my first kiss in a club whilst being drunk, with Luke.

Why is it always, right when I think I see a different side of Luke he has to suddenly shun it over and show me a complete opposite person. Now, it's just straight up frustrating.

"So, what you're saying is you would've taken advantage of me?" The cheeky smirk wears off of his face. He probably thought he was being funny, well I'm sick and tired of games. I was hoping after we discussed this matter like mature adults we would be at better terms, but no, of course not. My blood is boiling. I bite my tongue and try not to say anything more, just let this elevator ride pass.

"No, no I wouldn't have. That's not what it i-"

"Luke! That's exactly what it is! I didn't even think about it until now, but if it weren't for me stopping us there was no way in hell you were going to."

Funny how last time I was yelling at him because ' I wasn't good enough for him '. And now it's because he only would have only because I was drunk. What the hell, man?

"Lyla, can you just listen to me?" He pleads.

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the cold metallic doors open. A sign for Luke to get the fuck out of the elevator and to his apartment.