-----Violet's P.O.V.-----
I ran into the school (something I never thought I would ever do) quickly finding Luke in the same spot he was when Louis forceably pulled me out a few moments ago. I pushed past the croud of people surrounding him asking what had happened until I made it to him. He stood, his hand covering his nose, which I hoped wasn't bleeding, but sure enough, I could see blood starting to come through his fingers.
"Luke, come on." I grabbed the hand that wasn't covered in nose blood and pulled him into the girls bathroom, wether he liked it or not. He didn't comment on it, but I didn't know if it was because he didn't care, or if it was because he was in pain. I pulled him toward the sink so he could rinse his hands there while I grabbed a handful of paper towels for his nose. While I gathered the paper towels I heard him turning on the water and rinsing his hands, and when I turned around I saw his nose was still gushing bood into the now stained red sink. "Oh, Luke." I sigh, hurring over to him and pressing a few towels to his nose.
"I can hold them." he protested, moving a dripping wet hand toward his nose but I swat it away.
"Wash your hands and dry them with those." I guesture with my head to the pile of paper towels I had placed by the sink. He smirked a bit, obeying me while I held the towels to his nose. "Does it hurt?" I ask quietly, as if I spoke too loud it would hurt him.
"Yeah." he admitted, throwing the paper towels into the trash can conviently placed right next to the sink. I watched his eyes move from the trash can, to his hands, and then to me. His blue eyes meeting my brown ones, making me realize that I was probably too close to him. "I can hold them now." he said, not breaking eye contact. I don't respond, captivated by his eyes. So he takes that as an okay, moving his hand on top of mine, pinching the towel over his nose as I lower my hand. He doesn't tell me I'm too close or push me away, simply keeps looking at me. It was like we were having a silent conversation with out eyes until he finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry."
"I was going to say the same thing." I admitted.
"But you didn't do anything. I kissed you. I got your boyfriend even more pissed at you, and ruined your already ruined night even more. I tried to help and I fucked up all because you-" he stopped talking just then, leaving the sentance unfinished.
"What? What did I do?" I ask. I felt like it was all my fault, and I guess Luke felt the same. I shoudln't have danced with him, or poured out my feelings to him when I really didn't know him. But if these things were wrong, why did they feel right?
"You look great." he mumbles, and I frown.
"No, why was it my fault? What did I do?" I clarify.
"Thats it! You looked great and you trusted me with your troubles and danced with me and just cared about me, Vi!" he gets louder with every word. Once he finishes he sighs taking the towel away from his nose, which thankfully stopped bleeding and tossing it in the trash. He runs his fingers through his hair, messing it up and making it a billion times more attractive. "I-I'm sorry. I kissed you, and that was wrong."
"Then why did it feel right?" I blurted out without thinking at all. I clap my hand over my mouth, blushing. I smile slowly spread across his face, revealing the dimples I didn't know he had.
"It's okay. I know what you mean. I just meant that you have Louis, and so I can't kiss you." I nod, shuffling my feet, not knowing what to say now. I had put my hand back down to my side, but had nothing to say now. I was pretty embarased that I had admitted I liked the kiss. "So, where is Louis? I thought he dragged you out?" thats when I realized that I had bigger problems.
"I-I don't know. I left him in the parking lot....And he's my ride home." I tuned to look toward the bathroom door, as if he would magically be standing there, but alas, my prince charming with the ride back home wasnt by the door, but right in front of me.
