I like the bad boy... - COMPLETED -

Chapter 8

I had such a weird dream! I dreamt that I'd let Lucas drive my car and that he'd driven to my place where he carried me to my room with the help of Alex. In my dream Luke had taken off my shoes and draped the covers over me and then he... he'd kissed me on my forehead. But that was all too sweet to have been real.

I must still be dreaming because I'm lying in my bed and I'm smelling dinner and it smells good. See, still dreaming! Neither Alex nor Aiden can cook so point proven. I'm curious to see what this dream is going to bring me next so I get out of bed and walk towards the amazing smell.

"Did you sleep well?" Lucas asks with his back to me.

"Yeah, but clearly I'm still asleep because none of this makes sense." I answer taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"I knew you dreamt of me! Thanks for the confirmation." Lucas turns around with a smile on his face. An actual smile with all his dimples perfectly on display.

"Wait, you mean this isn't... What?" I ask confused.

Lucas laughs before saying "You fell asleep in the car and you looked as if you could use some extra sleep so I drove to your house and asked Alex to help me put you into bed. Alex stayed a while but he had to get back home for dinner so I thought why don't I see if I can make you some dinner."

"You can cook?" He simply nods and gestures at the food behind him. "Why did you cook? I mean I'm not complaining I'm glad someone else is finally cooking around here without burning the house."

"I know Aiden can't cook and this is kind of my way to apologize. You saved me from extra detention when you stopped me from hitting Miles and making me sit down. I'm sorry for the way I snapped at you...I was just so angry and then you've got to let me be." He looks at the ground when he says the last part but when he apologized he looked into my eyes and I saw guilt reflected in them.

I get up from my place at the kitchen table and walk towards him but before I say anything to him or really look at him I take a spoon and taste his food. Then I turn to him with an unreadable face before saying

"If you're going to cook this good every time you need to say sorry than I hope you're going to apologize a lot in the future." I smile up at him and I'm glad to see he's smiling as well.

"Well if it tastes good than why don't you sit down and eat it." He takes two plates out of the cabinet and starts to put food on them. I retake my place at the kitchen table and watch him as he brings the food to me.

"What do you want to drink?" I ask as I'm about to stand up and take out some drinks.

"I'll take it. You just sit there and look pretty." He responds as he places the plates on the table before turning to the fridge. I blush at his comment but I don't say anything about it.

"You seem to have gotten really familiar with our kitchen." I say as he takes glasses and forks, spoons and knifes out.

"Well I had about an hour the time to explore since Alex left half an hour after I brought you home." He answers as he takes his seat next to me.

"Why did you only take water out of the fridge?" I ask confused.

"Well I noticed that you only drink water so I assumed you would be drinking water again. And I drink water most of the time myself." He shrugs as he answers my question.

"You noticed that I only drink water?" I can't help but feel affected by all this.

"Yeah, at school I've never seen you drink anything other than water. So I assumed that you drink water as well at home since there isn't that much in your fridge. Besides with a body like yours I don't think that you drink a lot of alcohol or sugar." He says grinning.