"You're home late." Luke had his arms folded as I slip in the house.
The stove clock read 2:36 AM.
"Yes. And your eyes are blue." I state the obvious.
"What are you still doing here? Especially waiting up for me?" I ask.
"Michael covered for you but got tired. So I had to stay up until you got home to make sure you got home." he explained.
"Thanks for the forced consideration, but next time, don't wait up." I shrug as I walked up the stairs to my room.
Luke followed me and sat on my bed.
"What do you think you're doing?" I ask.
"I'm not tired and you're the only person still up." He rolled his eyes.
"Yes but you're boring me to sleep." I kick off my shoes.
"Where did you go?" He asked.
"Out with a friend." I shrugged.
"A friend huh? Since when did you have one of those? And one that leaves hickeys on your neck?" he reaches out and points .
I immediately rush to the mirror to see a huge ass hickey on my neck, another near my ear, and one closer to my chest.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I groan.
"So who were you with?" Luke asks with a cold stare.
"An idiot." I pout at the marks.
"You've got formal, your mom is going to be pissed." He reminds me.
"Nothing a bit of make up can't fix." I gulp still gaping at it in the mirror.
"So what dickwad did that to you?" He asked again.
"It's nothing, Luke." I said before I was pressed against the wall.
"Who the fucked touched you?" he grit his teeth.
"What the fuck, Luke?! Why is this such a big deal?" I try to push past him but his strength kept me trapped there.
"I'll beat the living shit out of him." he groaned.
"Like you care." I bitterly laugh.
"You're right, I don't." he let's go of me.
I walked into my bathroom and closed the door to run the water and shower. When I got out Luke was gone. I then got ready for bed and tried not to think about it.
