Finding Home | Finders Keepers #1✔️

Twenty-Three - Breathing

It was easy arranging on who's going to whose car to school—although Luke wanted to drive me to school, we both knew better. So, we decided for me to ride with Alison like last night, Zach and Kevin are in the same car, while Luke and Caroline were together in a car. Though, he promised not to get in a fight with her when I had asked to, I'm pretty sure that Caroline will be the one to start an argument and Luke will end up ignoring his promise.

As we get inside, Luke and I keep our distance even if something was itching for me to get closer. Our friends in between us was much more helpful with that and causing a distraction for me to not actually keeping looking at him.

Classes were usually a blur and I always have joy in being painting classes and chemistry but having to be with Luke in some of the classes, it continues to be more interesting in each class we were in. When my phone start to vibrate, I fish it out of my pocket and open the message from Luke.

stop staring.

Rolling my eyes, I glance at the guy on the other corner of the class and reply.

That just might be you.

When his eyes turn to his phone, he smiles and chuckles silently and I can't help but do the same—realizing how I might affect him the same way he affects me. Even though he's admitted to liking me and I felt his heartbeat against my palm, there's still doubt in my head that he still does like me.

I guess having to see your ex-boyfriend cheat on you still affects you.

Never have I thought that I would be the person to doubt a partner's feelings for that person.

you're right. i'm the one who's staring but i'm not sorry since you're a sight for sore eyes, babe.

When my eyes lift up to his again, he winks, and I just can't help but chuckle again, shaking my head at the silliness of his. It was so weird, seeing this sight of him but it felt so familiar and I can't help but see the Luke I saw that night at the fair as we were having fun, in a bubble where no one could pop.

It went on like this for the next classes we were together and Chemistry was a lot to take in. He was beside me and even though I was itching to touch him, get closer, I had to stop myself knowing that the windows beside us are open and wide for the triplets to see us.

He didn't make it so easy though. We were doing an experiment—distillation of an alcohol—and as we set up, he would reach over to my side, his hands on my hips as a way to push me aside and I can't help but give him a knowing glare from time and time, ones that he continued to ignore.

"Hands off, remember?" I cock a brow at him.

He shrugs innocently. "What do you mean? I wasn't touching you."

"I hate you," I whisper to him.

He just winks again and gives me a smirk, "We both know you don't."

And he was right, of course.

Lunch came around and I felt a little disappointment when I didn't see him at the cafeteria. I mean, it was obviously normal for him to not be there and we knew that keeping our distance would be safer but I was still... saddened by the fact he wasn't there to eat with us.

It got me to ask myself if he was even eating at this time of hour and if he's going with the manbun and the quiff, will it be the same.