Broken Wings

Chapter 15: Luke

"Thought that I could chase you with the cold evening." - Selena Gomez

It's been a whole week since I last talked to Jesse. After that, we never saw each other again. But I knew there was a possibility that we would run into each other any time soon. I was glad he hadn't asked for my number because I knew he would laugh if I told him I didn't own a cell phone.

Even with all this time passing by, I can never stop thinking about Luke.

I missed the sound of his voice, his laughter. I missed the way he touched me, the way his lips grazed mine. I missed his comfort. I missed him. Luke.

I sat in the corner of the cafe, playing the straw around my slushy on Sunday evening.

Luke was all I could think about, but now, I really needed a distraction.

I looked up, trying to find something to stare at to distract me from my thoughts. I observed a very familiar brawny boy sitting at the other side of the cafe. Beside him, stood a gorgeous blonde girl. She was raising her chest as he looked up at her and said something.

I noticed a glimpse of annoyance in his eyes. The blonde giggled and put a hand on his shoulder.

I lifted myself up from the chair and began hobbling over to them. For some strange reason, I felt bold right now. Daring.

Jesse hadn't even noticed me yet as I tapped the girl on the shoulder. She turned around, nearly whipping her hair at my face.

"Get the hell away from my boyfriend," I whispered furiously.

She looked at me in disgust and anger before stalking out of the cafe.

I took the seat across from him and smirked.

"So, what?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "I'm your boyfriend?"

"I only did that to save you. You owe me."

"I─"

"You're supposed to thank me." I interrupted him.

"Why should I thank you?"

"Asshole," I muttered and stood up.

"Wait," he tried to stop me.

"Why should I wait when I know you're gonna be another one of those guys who always gets what he wants and only ends up hurting me, huh?"

I stalked out of the cafe, with him right behind me. He ceased me once we were outside.

"Okay, look. I'm sorry about yesterday," he apologized.

I snorted. "You're sorry, huh?"

"Yes, I really am."

I reversed and headed along a path that led to the beach.

"Please, Sasha. I know I owe you more than a sorry and for saving me from that insane girl."

"And," he held up a finger as he turned around so that he was walking backwards in front of me. "I'll even be your real boyfriend."

I laughed. "No, thanks."

"Aw, come on! Why not? It'll be fun."

"And by fun, you mean breaking my heart. That's the only thing guys are good at these days."

"Oh, honey. I promise you I won't do that."

"I thought I told you not to call me that."

"No, you didn't. You told me not to call you sweetie or precious, not honey."