Tossed

Chapter 6

Luke's POV

'Just some whore' replays in my head. Why does this bother me? I've called many girls whores before. And I don't know anything about this Claire girl.

It bothers me perhaps because i know for a fact that she isn't a whore.

I shake it off.

I unlock my phone and look at the picture of Calum and Claire hugging.

Does Calum have a thing for this girl? Truthfully?

No of course not.

He wouldn't even do that when I told him that I would actuallly like to get to know this girl and not play her like i do every other girl.

I dont know why i am worrying so much about my girl being taken from me when all she does is push me away from her and we have only spoke to eachother like.. twice?

Why do I want a girl that just pushes me away? Am I attracted to this?

Is it the fact that I actually have to try for someone that makes me want her?

I'm used to everyone coming to me so easily. She isn't someone I am used to.

Is it because she is something new and different?

Why am I trying to figure out why I'm attracted to this Claire and not going for her without questioning it?

So many damn questions.

Claire's POV

"Damon c'mon!" i yell and bang on the bathroom door.

My damn little brother is taking way to long in the bathroom.

He walks out with his hair spiked up in a mohawk.

I nearly fall on the floor laughing. "Make sure not to poke anyones eye out with that bad boy" i say and point up at his hawk.

"Can we just go?" he groans.

..

I drop my brother off at his elementary school and I go to my school.

I made it through 1st and 2nd period but its time for 3rd hour.

I have 3rd hour with Luke.

I'm walking down the hall and holding my books.

Luke comes out of no where and slaps the books out of my hands.

"What the hell?" I say and bend over to pick them up.

"No no" he says and bends over to pick them up for me.

I'm confused. He's the one that intentionally knocked the books out of my hands.

I cock an eyebrow at him when he hands the books back to me.

"I'm trying to be nice alright?" he says and does this pout sort of thing.

"Nice?" i smirk. "I guess you haven't been nice to someone before. Knocking someones books out of their hands and then picking them up for that person isn't what i call nice"

He nods as if he is learning a lesson.

I assume that is the end of our conversation and start walking away.

"Soooo" he says and takes one long stride to catch up to me.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"Why not? Aren't you going to ask why I am trying to be nice to you?"

"It doesn't concern me" I say and try to walk faster.

I look around and see people looking at us.