Butterfly

16. Happy Families.

Chapter Sixteen: Happy Families.

♡ Jessica Washington ♡

I walk into school on Wednesday, heading to my locker where Olivia is stood.

"How did it go yesterday?" I ask, and Olivia smiles brightly.

"He's moving out on Friday," Olivia smiles, and I smile at this news.

"That's good," I tell her, and Olivia nods.

"Yeah, it is. I have to go see my teacher before the lesson starts, so I have to go. I'll see you at lunch," Olivia informs me, before she disappears into the crowds. I turn to my locker and take out my History book, before walking to History.

I've been dreading this class. Luke hasn't been in school on a day that we've had History yet, whether this is on purpose or not. Either way, I was glad. I haven't had to face him since our date, and I was hoping that I would ever have to, even though I knew that I would.

I sit down in my seat, waiting for the lesson to start. I take out my book and draw round the margins and the corners, distracting myself.

Eventually, Luke does arrive, sitting down next to me. I try to avoid looking up, not wanting to make eye contact. I continue drawing, not wanting to speak to him.

"Can we talk?" Luke asks quietly, as the lesson starts.

"If you want," I reply, still not looking up.

"I'm sorry about what happened," Luke apologises, and I look up at him when he says this. He has bruises scattered all over his face, with stitches across his jaw. I bite my lip nervously, not knowing what to say.

"Are you sorry you did it? Or sorry that you ended up like how you did?" I ask, softly.

"A little bit of both, but I'm sorry that I did it, mostly," Luke replies, smiling slightly at himself. I frown, looking back down at my doodles on my page.

"Okay," I reply, not knowing what to say. I mean, he's apologising, which is great, but I'm not sure that it could ever be what it was before. We used to be friends, I guess. We talked, anyway, but never out of History class. Also, if I didn't stop him, how far would he have taken it?

"Okay?" Luke questions, raising an eyebrow. Hearing the confusion in his voice, I sigh, putting my pen down and looking up at him, knowing that I easily show what I'm thinking at the time, so he'll know if I mean it.

"Yeah, okay," I reply, and Luke rolls his eyes, smiling slightly in amusement.

"Is that like an okay as in you forgive me? Or an okay as in you've heard me but you don't forgive me?" Luke asks, curiously.

"It's an okay as in I forgive you but I don't think it'll be the same as it was before. Because even though you've apologised, you still haven't told me why," I reply, honestly. Which is true, I'll forgive him because it's the nice thing to do, but I'm curious, I want to know what I did to deserve that. I'll forgive him because it could have been worse.

"It's a game with the footballers. They all get given a girl to try and 'get with'. I was given you," Luke informs me, and I frown.