Something Rebellious || l.b.

Chapter 24

He led me to his room. It wasn't really anything that I would've imagined it to be. It was actually very well kept, and might I add very...Luke-ish. Of course it's probably the room with the biggest view of the city. Every morning he would get to wake up with the sunlight shining through his room, and at night he'd be able to fall asleep to the fluorescent lights of the city and the twinkling stars. The only view I had in my room was of the lovely cracked pavement and the second building.

My eyes continue to wander around his room until something grabs my attention. It sits on his nightstand next to his bed. From where I'm standing it looks almost like a woven dream catcher? Or a bracelet even? It lays on top of a folded piece of paper. Curiosity takes over, but I don't want to intrude on his personal things. There's not much in his room, so the two small objects stood out to me.

I flick my eyes to Luke, who is rummaging through his dresser, and back to the mystery object. It shouldn't be much of a big deal if he kept it out in the open. Either way it wouldn't be polite of me to start lurking through his things. Even if I did walk over and try take a peek at it, Luke would've stopped me. "These might be a little big, but it'll suffice."

He walks over to me and hands me a folded black t-shirt along with a pair of faded blue basketball shorts. I graciously take them from him and mumble a thank you.

"The bathroom is just two doors down, unless you want to change in here- in which I have no problem at all." He adds innocently.

"Bathroom it is." I brush by him with a sly smile. I make my way to the bathroom and quickly get changed. I splash my face a few times with warm water washing off the smeared mascara lingering on my eyes. My phone begins to buzz furiously on the counter, so I scan over to check the caller ID. As soon as I see 'incoming call: Mom' I ignore the call.

When I finish changing in the bathroom, I walk in on Luke peeling his shirt off. He doesn't hear me enter the room and a damn good thing too because I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. He releases a quiet sigh of relief when he rolls his shoulders as they crack- His back muscles contracted and contoured with every move he made. I've never been so mesmerized by someone's back.

His back is still to me and he still isn't aware of my presence. He bends down to the level of his nightstand and pulls something out of his drawer. He stays crouched like that for a while just examining whatever he has in his hand. Being the genius I am, I accidentally lean on the door and it shuts loudly disturbing the peace. He whips his head around and stands up, clearly startled from what he was doing.

"Sorry, I was just- was I interrupting something? I'll just go sleep on the couch-"

"Calm down, you're acting like you just witnessed a murder scene." He says facing me.

His confidence is intimidating. Every tattoo he has attracts my eyes to their places. Of course he's not ashamed of showing off his body, he has the right to be proud of it. When I first met him, his confidence was borderline cocky. Actually scratch that, he was cocky when I first met him. Is he still that way? Occasionally, but I definitely tolerate him more than I did then.

Confidence was never one of my key strengths. I guess I never really minded what people thought about me, but I never fully thought it out.

"Right, sorry."

"Awe, look at you wearing my clothes and what not." He looks me up and down biting down a laugh.

"Well hey, it's not like I have much choice." I say rolling the waistband of the basketball shorts tighter.

"For the record, I'm glad you're sleeping with my clothes on. It's cute." He seems to be very amused with my struggle of holding the shorts up. I can't tell if he's being sarcastic and trying to make fun of me or being serious. By the looks of it he's making fun of me.