Falling For the Unexpected

Chapter Nine: Little Sweet Talks

Harriet's POV

"Oh hey."

I was snapped out of my little thoughts. Luke was there, beside me sitting with his legs crossed (in a manly way) and spread his arms. I answered him with a smile and continued staring off to space.

"Thank you by the way."

He said in a shy expression.

"What. Why?"

That's when I gave him my full attention, and cheers of happiness from the gazebo can be still heard.

"For giving my mom the best birthday. She never had that for years. You know, money."

It gave me a reason why to thank the world of my given fate in this world. There are those times I get frustrated because my father does not want me to attend the Spring Fashion Show. And now people like Lucas get frustrated because they cannot give theirselves what they truly deserve. With the old clothes and low income, they still managed to survive.

"No problem. What matters is that in some way, I repayed you guys. For the training of course and the amazing food."

Lucas let out a redneck chuckle and sighed.

"I did not know that you were once an angel."

He spoke up. Me? An.. Angel? No one ever called me that. Even my parents that calls me 'dear' or 'honey'. As in no one in my whole entire life.

Except him. Suprisingly, I did not get mad because of calling me that name. I felt fluttered. Just a little. A little fluttered. Not with Luke! With the time that he called me.. Angel. Angel. Angel.

"I may be a total demon. But I can be an angel too."

I stated. Luke just nodded and leaned back.

"You know what?"

He suddenly asked me. I quickly shot up and turned to him.

"I like you."

Those three words made my heart beat faster than the usual. There is a very weird feeling. A weird feeling of my cheeks burning and angels singing on the background. What kind of imagination do I have.

"W.. Why? You like me? Why?"

Stuttering, I asked him in confusion. He showed his signature smirk and put an arm around my shoulder.

What the Chanel. OMFHGDBCCCG. Oh my friggin' Hermes Gucci Dior Burberry Chocolate Chip Cookie Gosh.

NO I DONT LIKE HIM. LIKE YUCK YUCK EW EW GROSS.

"I.. I mean, erm. Its just that one time you're meanie then next you're an angel. You're a one good friend. Miss.. Miss Harriet. You'll make a great owner of this ranch."

He smiled while he looked down. And then again, he called me that. Angel.

I dont even know why I feel glorious when he calls me an angel. I hate it, I hate be all nice and good and angelic and blah blah.

But right now, when it came out from his mouth, it felt like its some name of an Olympian goddess.

"Nah. Dont make flutter me with those 'words of wisdom', country boy."

I joked at him, nudging my body to his.

He just laughed at me and shook his head.

"Its true. All I have said is true. I know you hate me but I like you because you're an evil angel who is ready to help anyone, even though you are a total bitch most of times."

He gave me a payback statement by that joke, which just made me roll my eyes. Idiot.

An evil angel. That is what I am in Luke's eyes. I may be a complete in-born demonic child of Satan(my father), but I can still be an angel with matching wings and halo, playing a golden harp.

One thing suddenly came into my mind, urging me to ask it to him. I never knew his whole name. Even his age. Favorite food. Color. Stuff. Bestfriend. Suddenly, it made me more curious to know about Luke.

"Not trying to be a stalker, but, can you tell me something about yourself? Just a little bit. If you mind."

I nervously asked him while staring in the wooden floor of the porch.

"Kay, sure. You're my future boss so I need to do your request. Here it goes. I am Lucas Hugo Monarque(pronounced as Monark), eighteen years old. Erm. I really like strawberries, the cold ones. In my school life, I went to community school. The cheapest one on town. College, we cannot afford that. But I do want to work in a crime lab, crime investigating. My dad's brother works in one, and made me thought of going there too. But now I cant. Its really frustrating, but I'll manage. My uncle taught me all about those stuff, and it was really fascinating. Oh and I also have a bestfriend. Met the lad on middle school. Best mate I ever had, he's visiting here soon, and he's going to Brooklyn for college."

The college part of his background really made me sad. His big dreams are crushed, just because of his family's poverty.

I wonder how many kids out there cannot go to school because of poverty. I mean, everyone needs to go to school, right? Rich or poor. Behind Luke's cockiness, is a hiding sad story about him.

Someday, I really do want to help the kids like him. The ones who cannot attend school.

"Oh. That's sad. But working in a crime lab sounds really good! Talking about crimes, this and that. Its just that.. Fab. And.. Glam."

Now Im describing the work of investigating a crime as fabulous and glamourous. This ranch is driving me craycray. Totally bam.com.

The men ranch workers called out Lucas' name, calling him out from the side of the gazebo. Obviously letting him give a shot. Of you know, beer and all. He's eighteen, so its legal. And this is a rural area and its not really populated by cops in here.

He gave me a small smile. And an awkward hug. He smells like fresh daisies.

Call me weird, but. I hugged him back.

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Sometimes, hatred can turn into something beautiful. Love."

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Author: OhHarrietHoran

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