Megans POV
"Can I ask a question" Luke shouts as he walks back into my room sitting straight at the end of my bed. He's always asking questions,sometimes I wonder how he comes up with all of them if I'm quite honest. "Yeh okay?" I reply looking straight at him attempting to make eye contact when his eyes trail off to my room. "Why do you care so much about dance? Like all you do is dance,have you ever tried another hobbie?" He replies looking at the posters on my wall. Is he being serious or is this some kind of joke,"hobby?" Ofcourse he wouldent understand ,why would he understand. "It isent just a hobby" I speak letting my arms cross in annoyance.
"Then what is it?" He turns to look at me as he speaks, a slight bit on confusion forming on his face . "Luke I don't want to talk about this anymore" I speak running a hand through my hair in frustration just simply wanted to drop this conversation but ofcourse this is luke,he isent having any of that. "No tell me ,tell me why this is hitting you so hard" he replies in a fast but silent tone . Why does he even want to know, he barely knows me . I let out a sigh figuring there's like 0% chance he's going to drop this anytime soon.
"Dance helps me okay,you wouldent understand" I speak hoping he'll change the subject. "Why wouldent I?" He replies raising his eyebrow. I've always used dance as a way to explain my feelings but not have to tell anyone,mainly because noone ever asks how I am,but now I feel scared to tell him how I feel but now that I don't have dance,maybe ill have to .
"Can you please drop it luke" I ask getting more frustrated by the minute. I watch as he crosses his arms and stares right at me.
"Fine but this is not over"
