Forgotten Mentionables

cHaPtEr 4

The floorboards creaked. I shot my eyes wide open. I shot up so fast that I nearly caught whiplash. The ache in my back crippled me so much that I fell back to the bed with a groan. I finally rolled towards all the noise and all I saw was a Ralph Lauren Tent standing next to my bed. The tent was attached to a tall gorgeous boy who was completely oblivious to the situation and was stretching. All I could do was gape and hope he wouldn't notice.

Being that my new bed was adjacent to his, the view was ridiculous. My heart could be heard from down the block. My motor functions shut down. All that was left was the sound of my jaw hitting the floor. I had no idea how to deal with this situation. I was as stiff as the object of my focus. I started praying to God on the forty different versions of the bible that he didn't notice me.

Because I possess the mystical power of luck , my bed creaked while I was breathing. Luke stopped mid-stretch, with his muscular arm reach above his head with his hand clasped together. The invisible electricity that flew from his eyes to mine had me burning a temperature 144. Thank God i'm as brown as a paper bag becasue I probably would have passed out on spot from him seeing my face.

Without really thinking, my eyes wander to the "friend" who made a residence in his pants. Following my glance with his caramel eyebrows knit together to see what I was looking at. His eyes met my point of interest making his eyebrows shoot up. His gaze locked with mine setting my body on fire. Amusement sparked in his eyes.

"I thought we already talked about that staring thing you do?" he said with the smile never leaving his face.

"Cocky bastard. Faulting his morning glory in my face. trying to give the innocents heat attacks" I muttered

"What was that" Luke said

Shocked that he even hear my whispers I stutter out, "I...I....uh....um...dah".

The situation we were in was not forgotten as I frantically looked back and forth between Luke and Luke Jr..

His dazzling green eyes practically laughed at me as he pull some sweats out of a drawer adn said a simple "Sorry". All I could really do was shove my head into my pillow with embarrassment.

"I guess I'll be taking the bathroom first then," his muffled voice said from over my pillow.

Panic suddenly came over me as I flung my head up to look at the clock by my face. Moving my mass of curls out of my eyes the clock flashed 6:42.

"NOOO!" I cried looking his way with wild eyes.

His eyes quickly changed to match the panic in mine.

" I mean, no, I'm going to be late for school." I quietly explain while flinging random crap in my arm to bring into the bathroom.

Not looking up once, I scrambled to the bathroom practically tripping over myself. I brushed his skin sending fresh goose flesh up my arm. Inhaling his scent of a sweet and heavy rainy day in the forest sent me staggering. I took extra care to run pass without accidentally disturbing his extra limb. Pressing my back against the bathroom door, I tried using the breathing exercises the psychologist taught me way back when everything was unbearable.

Spinning the hot nozzle in the shower with a shaky hand. I prayed these great/ horrible feelings wouldn't go on forever. My damn hormones are going to be the death of me.