teach me • l.h.

Chapter 12

Although Luke's request was strange, I was rather fond of the idea of him actually liking me. Would it mean that Luke and I would date, or would it just mean that I had to help him find someone who could show him what love truly meant?

Before I could respond to his unusual request, he leaned over and kissed me. This kiss was different from the last time we partook in this activity - this time it was only about a second long. It took my by surprise, though, only lengthening my prolonged silence.

I smiled at him and he immediatley knew my answer.

Luke's POV

Although I would never admit it to myself, I really like her. Like, really like her. It was actually starting to scare me how much I wanted to be around her. She is the first girl that I have ever developed emotional feelings for and it was frightening.

I have been with many girls but I have never felt an emotional connection towards them, hence resulting in routined breakups that left the girl heartbroken and I somewhat happy. That sounds dreadful when I admit it but it's the truth.

"Luke," she said in a slightly questioning voice, breaking me away from my stream of incoherent thoughts.

"Yeah?" I looked over at her, hoping that she wouldn't bring up any negatives of the situation.

"How are we going to do this?" Her question was inevitable. I, however, thought that I already had this planned out in my head.

"You have to teach me what it is like to have true feelings for someone," I started. "We will date - only if you like - and do things that couples do. But this time, for me, it won't be about the sex and the lust - it will be about the emotions and learning new ways to express them."

My words sounded too posh for me. Fuck, Hemmings. I was actually good at school - I would try hard in the subjects that I know would benefit me in later life but my reputation led others to believe otherwise.

I heard her sigh. "I don't want my first relationship to be an experiment. There is so much that can go wrong here."

I took my lip ring between my teeth as I was thinking. It was an action that usually I done whenever I was nervous or in deep thought and right now I was definatley in deep thought. I noticed her staring at me, a slight smirk starting to form on my lips.

"I know, but what have we got to loose?"

"Our minds," she stated suggestively, and she did indeed have a point. What if one of us actually did fall in love with the other but the other didn't feel the same way? But wait, isn't that the whole point of this, to fall for one another?

I was too confused. I didn't understand my own mind at this moment and my thoughts were jumbled.

"I have to go, my parents need me home for 12.30 to get ready," I said, looking around frantically as anxiety started to kick in.

"I should get going too. My mum wants me back for 1 anyway," she said, standing up and walking over to the door of the summerhouse to put on her shoes.

This summerhouse was perfect for winter. You could just pull the roller blinds down, plug in an electric radiator and make it feel all comfortable and warm and viola. The perfect atmosphere on a cold, chilly winter's day or night. But right now, a strangely tense atmosphere lingered in the air around Yasmyne and I.

"Bye Luke, I'll see you tomorrow at school," she smiled over to me hesitantly.

"Bye," I said, reciprocating a smile back to her.

And with that she was gone. I had so many things that I wanted to speak to her about and now she has just left me with my thoughts strewn through my mind. I had to sort this out in my head before we evem began to initiate this whole.. thing.

But if I'm honest, I myself don't even know what this thing entails. Would we date and try and develop feelings for each other or would she just simply teach me how to feel proper emotions and feelings towards others?

I had to talk this through with her before I came to any rash decisions, though. Like she said, her first boyfriend shouldn't be some irresponsible dickhead who is only trying to figure out his own mind. She herself doesn't know how to handle emotions and feelings in a relationship as she has never been in one.

Fuck.

YASMYNE'S POV

I was confused. What exactly did he want from me? Why did I have to teach him something that should already be embedded in his own human nature and human instincts?

On the drive home to my house, my mind was filled with pointless thoughts and irrelevant resolutions to this "problem" that I was facing. There was, however, one question that never failed to come back and reiterate itself.

Why me?

Why, out of all of the girls he could have chosen from, did he choose me to help him with this? I didn't know all that much about love or relationships. I have never been in a relationship therefore this is all new to me, so shouldn't he be the one teaching me?

Once I got home I was welcomed by the familiar scent of the Sunday roast that was cooking. Sunday roasts were one of my favourite all time meals - it had to be turkey mean though. It always had to be turkey meat.

"Mum, I'm home," I called out, hearing various pans and crokery clattering in the kitchen. Her head peaked out of the kitchen door, sending me a warm smile.

"Hello, darling. The guests will be here in Bout half an hour. The table is already set so you can just head upstairs and get changed," she said to me, still holding her smile. Her head disappeared back through the door and the sounds of clattering we're once again filling my ears.

My dad doesn't live here - he and my mum split up long ago. I was about 7, which means that it happened around 10 years ago. Although I was young, I can still remember the events that took place that led to their break up. I could hear them downstairs shouting at each other from my bedroom while I sat behind the door. They weren't violent towards each other - I guess they just didn't feel a real 'connection' anymore.

Shaking the memory from my head, I carried myself upstairs towards my bedroom and decided to change into a pair of black high waisted jeans and a navy coloured flowy crop. I brought my hair down from the bun that I had resting at the top of my head until it fell onto my shoulders. It seemed to have a nice wave in it - probably due to being up in a bun - so I just brushed it at little and then left it as it was.

I decided against drastically altering my make up as I knew that it would take me way to long to do. I instead only swept some dark grey eyeshadow through my crease to create a look that could be deemed suitable for a family dinner.

I heard a knock at the front door.

"Hey, Liz, lovely to see you!" I heard my mum say from downstairs.

"And you! It smells delicious in here," I heard 'Liz' say as she and a few other bodies entered the house.

"Hi, Andrew. I have heard many lovely things about you," my mum said. "Luke! You were here a few days ago helping Yasmyne with her Biology project! I knew that Liz had a Luke but I had no idea that it was you," she exclaimed excitedly.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

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