Unexpected || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 6

I slowly open my eyes and thank God the curtains are closed so the sun wouldn't blind my eyes. I stare blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds. This is not my room. I'm startled as a deep voice suddenly speaks.

"Morning." My eyes land on Luke who is sitting on a couch. I am confused for a second before I realize that I am still in his bedroom. I'm expecting to wake up on my bed because I forgot I drifted off to sleep last night. I was probably so tired I didn't wake up at all. "I got your noodles last night but when I came back you were already snoring."

I glare at him. "I don't snore."

He rolls his eyes as he pushes himself up from the couch. "Don't fight me, I couldn't sleep last night because of your snores."

"Wait, what? We slept together?" I ask, eyes wide as I pull the blankets closer to my body.

He rolls his eyes once again. "Do I look like I want to sleep with you? Of course I slept here on the couch."

I'm really happy we are back to this kind of relationship. I know it sounds weird for me to say it, but I prefer it like this; me and him being annoyed as hell with each other and just snap and reply sarcastically.

"I bet you have like hundreds of spare rooms in this house." I say. "Why didn't you sleep in one of those instead?"

"Wow, who knows, you might steal something in here."

Now I am glaring harder at him as I throw a pillow at him. "Fuck you, Luke Hemmings."

"Whatever." He shrugs as he sits on the bed. "I bought some clothes for you since your clothes yesterday are destroyed."

"I told you to stop being nice to me." I answer.

He chuckles as if he couldn't believe those words just came out of my mouth. "I'm not that evil to let you go home wearing a bathrobe."

I just realize that I'm still wearing a bathrobe and, thankfully, it didn't come off while I was asleep, it's still tightly tied around my waist.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I mumble as I throw the blankets to the side and get out of the bed. "Where are the clothes?"

"In the bathroom." He answers. "Go change and I'll tell my driver to drive you home."

Nodding, I enter the bathroom in his room and see a pile of clothes beside the sink. They are a plain white shirt, skinny jeans and a pair of boots. Just exactly what I was wearing yesterday. Seriously, this boy is really weird, if he wants to buy me some new clothes in exchange for my wrecked clothes, they don't need to be the exact clothes.

Rolling my eyes, I start to change into my new clothes. After changing and hanging the bathrobe, I open a pack of toothbrush and brush my teeth. I mean, Luke is very rich. One toothbrush wouldn't hurt his money. Then I splash my face twice with the cold water before leaving the bathroom.

"The car is waiting for you." Luke says as I step out of the bathroom. He's still in the position where I left him. "He'll take you home. Just give him your address."

I murmur, "I can take the bus."

"What do I need to say to make you just go in that fucking car and don't think that this is some sort of a nice act?" He groans as he runs a hand through his hair which isn't styled up perfectly today since he didn't go to school. Wait. We just skipped school. Oh, my god. My parents don't even know I'm here. Wow, I'm so fucking dead.

I take a deep breath before looking back at him. "Where's my phone?"

"I don't know?" It sounds more like a question than a reply, then I start to panic.