Skinny Love | l.h.

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I couldn't help but think of Luke all night last night. The way he was rude, a little nice for once, and then suddenly quiet was something I really didn't understand about him. As much as he confuses me, it's intriguing. His constantly changing behavior only makes me want to figure him out more.

I brush through my hair a little more with my brush, detangling the tangles. I agreed to go over to Michael's house today, but not because he was inviting Ashton over. I had no plans today and I didn't feel like sitting around the house doing nothing. Especially since my mom was going to be home all day.

I made my way down the hall, thinking about what to make for lunch. I decided that I would just wait until I got to Michael's house to eat anything since he has all the best junk food at his house. My grandma doesn't have much to snack on really, just a bunch of stuff you have to cook to make it edible. That's not something I have the patience to do, plus I'm not a very good cook. The most I can make is a bowl of cereal.

A figure walking on the street catches my attention when I walk by the window. This person only catches my attention because I recognize the blonde hair styled into a quiff and the familiar black skinny jeans. It's Luke.

I decide to talk to Luke and possibly find what made him feel so down yesterday. That's what acquaintances do, right? Okay, maybe not, but that's what I'm going to do.

I quickly run out my front door and catch up to Luke, "Hey."

"Hey." He replies flatly, turning to glance at me before facing forward again. I quicken my pace so I'm walking next to Luke instead of behind him.

"What's up?" I ask. I don't want to do anything to cause a fight between Luke and I, so I'll just start our conversation off simple.

"Just walking." Luke keeps his gaze in front of him instead of looking at me. What has gotten into him all of a sudden?

"Oh, are you doing okay?" I question as I watch our feet hit the pavement in front of us.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me." He says harshly, quickening his pace so he can get away from me. So much for not causing a fight... but I'm not going to let Luke shut me out.

"You're obviously not fine." I remark, finding it hard to keep up with him. His long legs can take him farther than my shorter legs can.

He stops walking and turns to face me, causing me to run into him by accident, "Why do you care if I'm okay or not? Just leave me alone, okay?"

"What happened to being nicer to me?" I cross my arms and glare at him. I should've known this new being nice thing wasn't going to last long.

"I said I would try and right now, you're not making it very easy." He spits. "Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with Ashton?"

"I am later- wait, is that what this is about? Me getting to know Ashton?" I feel my anger slowly diminishing. If this is because of Ashton, that means Luke possibly cares about me, which is almost weird to me. It doesn't really make any sense either. Luke doesn't want to be friends with me but he also cares about me?

He scoffs, "No, what would make you think that?"

"Well, it wasn't hard to notice how quiet you got when Michael mentioned his name yesterday. And then you ended up leaving without giving us a real explanation." I explain.

"Don't be so full of yourself, Bree." He laughs a mean laugh. "Maybe I just felt like leaving, not because I was jealous of Ashton."

"I never said that, I just-" I begin to say but Luke interrupts me.

"But you were implying it." He crosses his arms and looks me up and down.

"I-" Luke cuts me off again.