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chapter seven | luke

chapter seven.

(picture of Charlotte on the side)

After Charlotte and Luke had exchanged numbers, he watched her walk away. He couldn't help but smile as he turned back to look at the cars passing by. He felt guilt for what he was doing to her, but it had to be done.

When she exited the patio, Luke stood up, making his plan in his head.

1.) Hang out with her.

2.) Make her fall.

3.) Don't catch

4.) Get what he wants.

5.) Never see her again.

He bawled his hands into a fist and nodded to himself. That's exactly what he'll do.

•••

When Luke arrived at home, he saw his mother sitting at the dining room table, glasses on, and a mug next to her. The room was lit up, yet you could still see the lap top screen shining onto her face as she wrote down things on a piece of paper. When Luke closed the door, she looked up at him and took her glasses off.

"Lucas." She scolded.

"Mother." He chuckled and rolled his eyes, starting to walk away.

"Did I tell you that you could walk away?"

"No, but you didn't tell me to stay either."

Liz sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"I'm worried about you." She says.

"Because?"

"Because you've changed, Lucas. -"

"Luke." He teethed.

She ignored him. "What happened to the boy who wasn't messing around? He wasn't rude, he treated people right. What happened to him?" Her voice was cracked. Luke wanted to keep his act of strength. He wanted to roll his eyes and walk away. He wanted to huff and puff and act like he had to clue what she was talking about - but he couldn't. He knew the old him has vanished and has now become something he isn't. But after everything, he felt as if that was the only choice. He only saw the world with one path out, when there were many more.

Luke felt his heart race and his blood pump. He hated this feeling. It was growing strong and stronger whenever he thought of her. He didn't want to think this way about her - he didn't want to fall. He wanted to stay away where he couldn't get hurt. But he knew with her in his life, that wouldn't happen.

Charlotte was his other way out.

•••

When Luke went to bed that night, he made internal plans with Lottie. Due to step one, he sort of had to. But he didn't quite know what her plans where - he hoped that she wasn't busy. Luke knew that Charlotte graduated from high school last year, making her nineteen, while Luke just graduated this year, and was soon to be eighteen. He smirked. An older woman.

By a near year.

He rolled his eyes.

He would wake up around ten, then give her call, asking if she wanted to go grab some breakfast, then go shopping around town - not at the center. Then, when it hit four o'clock, they would go to the carnival - the exact one he use to go to when he was younger. It only came twice a year, and he guess he had met her at the right time.

He thought about seeing her smile.

Hearing her laugh.

He thought about seeing her, and went to bed with a large smile plastered on his face.

And woke up just the same.