WAYWARD - L.H

five

Luke was just about to leave my house when I thugged the hem if his shirt.

"W-wait!" I exclaimed, shyly.

"What now?"

"I uh-"

"What?!"

"Can I ask for your phone number I mean I was wondering if maybe we cou-"

"I know where this is going, I can't okay. You have to be my friend if you want it. I have told you that we can never be friends. Its not that you don't make the cut. Its just that I kno-"

"So its a no?"

"Yes"

"Yes?"

"No?"

"Yes"

"Yes?"

"Goddammit, Scott you're so annoying"

I pouted like a little kid.

"You're such a child" He muttered trying to pull away from my grip.

"Stop calling me Scott. I have a first name, you know?"

"I know. But I like calling you Scott better"

"Why?"

"Its my nickname for you"

"Go to hell" I joked,

"If I had to then I need to bring you down with me"

*

I've been sick since yesterday and I hate it but I'm really missing school. I mean I don't know. Is school really the one I'm missing?

Lucas skyped me last night. He asked me if I was doing good and if my Trig tutorial with Luke is doing fine.

I didnt got to see Luke the whole day yesterday, I thought that when he figures that Im not going to school he'll still show up here in my apartment but I was wrong.

Its 4pm and I know that school already ended. Im still hoping that Luke will show up in front of my front door. I dont know why but I kept on expecting that he will show up.

I feel so hot. I mean the kind of  hot because you have a high fever. I'm  shivering but when I was young my mom used to tell me to take a warm bath because it helps your body cool down. And after that she'll lead me to the kitchen and make me some hot cocoa with little colorful marshmallows on it.

I miss the memory of my mom. She died when I was 10, I'm not yet sure if I can handle if I can tell you the whole story of her death. Its been 7 years but it feels just like it was yesterday. Lucas doesnt know it too but, he just respects me too much thats why he doesnt open it up, because he knows that i havent move on yet. I in the other hand don't have any siblings. My dad, I never knew him and I don't have any plans finding or knowing him. I grew up alone. Finished middle school and now struggling to finish my high school. I have a crappy life but its a good thing Lucas was there for me. Ever since I met him during sophomore year my life started to make sense. He's the only one I have. I used to have a part time job at Krispy Kreme near the subway but when my long lost aunt showed up telling me that she'll help me with everything. She's the reason why I have my own apartment and why I am able to enter high school. Aunt Belinda lives in Boston while I live here in Manhattan. I have reasons why I don't want to live there with her, its because of his husband..George, I'm scared of him. He has this way of creeping me out. Like, when he stares at you, you can feel that he's ripping your clothes off of you inside his mind.

I shook the thought of George inside my head when the hair on the back of my neck started to raise. He's such a creep.

I grabbed a towel a new fresh pair of undies and lazily walked in the shower.

I was trying to fix my bra strap when I heard a thud coming from my bedroom.

What the hell?

I came out of the bathroom not wearing anything but my undies, I was in a hurry to check what's going on to even grab a towel.

I opened the door and I saw a stumbling drunk Luke in my bedroom.

"Oh my god! are you okay?" I exclaimed in panic not knowing what to do.

What is he even doing here?

I quickly grabbed his arm and placed it around my neck helping him to walk as I lay him on my bed but, he was too heavy so I stumbled over the bed making me fall on it and him falling on top of me.

My eyes widened when our faces were just inches away from each other. I can feel him tense up on top of me, his warm breath touching my upper lip.

The moment was so intense, I was intensed so I pushed him off of me, making him lay beside me.

I hurried towards my closet grabbing an oversized shirt and wore it in a hurry.

I took a hand towel from one of my drawers and ran back inside the bathroom and damped it with cold water from the faucet.

I went back to Luke and gently dabbed the wet cloth on his face.

I was I about to dab it on his lips when he grabbed my wrist. Taking me by surprise.

"Hey you're awake, what happened?" I asked, trying to be calm as possible knowing that if he wasn't this sober and he was his sane self I would've been shouting on his face for barging in my room.

He didn't answer me but instead he pulled me closer. Our faces inches away from each other, again.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked stuttering,

Is it hot here or I'm just being caught in the moment?

My palms are sweating as my heart starts to tremble. What the hell is he doing?

He placed his index finger on my lips making me feel that a pit of acid is starting to form inside my stomach.

He smirked, the smirk that he always does when he annoys me.

I rolled my eyes at him and pulled away while I had a chance.

"What are you doing here?" I exclaimed again this time sounding pissed even though I know that I wasn't. I wasn't pissed because finally I saw him. Which made me confused because why was I glad to see him even if his sober.

"I don't know"

"What do you mean you don't know?"

He laughed, "Did you saw my bottle of vodka?"

I crossed my arms, "How the hell would I know where your vodka is?" I hissed

"Forget it, it must be somewhere. Ha! can you believe it? I forgot my own drink!" He slurred,

This is getting out of hand.

"If you want I can drive you home" I offered,

"Why weren't you at school?"

"I was sick"

"Bullshit you weren't"

I know better than insulting a drunk so I ignored his snide comment, "You know what? let's get you home"

"Let's not"

He's being so difficult,

"Stop being a kid and let's go!" I yelled,

He didn't even moved.

"C'mon Hemmings! I mean who gets drunk in a Wednesday night?"

"Don't shout at me like you know me! dont shout at me like I'm your friend! dont shout at me like you even care about me! You did this to me!!"