Chapter 21

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by makaylaaniece

by makaylaaniece

I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon filling my room. I rubbed my eyes, squinting a little because of the sun rays that shine in the room. Once my eyes adjusted, I pulled the heavy covers over me and made my way down stairs.

"Hey babe." Luke greeted me as I stepped into the kitchen, the smell of pancakes and bacon becoming strong.

"Good morning." I say down, yawning and rubbing my eyes.

"Are you still tried?" Luke asked me, placing a plate of food in front of my face.

"Not really." I said, taking a bite of my pancake and then bacon. "This is really good." I took more bites of the pancake then of the bacon.

"Good to know." Luke nodded his head and smiled that amazing smile of his.

"Are we doing any thing to toady?" I asked him as I put away my plate, landing with a crash.

"Nope." He smirked at me.

"Why?" I whined. I was just really hoping we could go somewhere.

"Because, I have to go to a meet and greet and...2:00." He said, making his little duh face.

"But it's only 11:00." I pointed out. "We still have sometime to do something together."

"Your so clingy." Luke then ran up the stairs.

"I am not clingy, all I want is for us to hang out before your meet and greet." I was getting a little irritated.

"We will hang out tomorrow." he locked himself in the bathroom.

"Ugh." I said. "I hate you." I muttered so he wouldn't hear me.

"I HEARD THAT!" He yelled. "AND IF YOU HATE ME SO MUCH, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I got a suitcase and packed all of my things, and walked out.

Who needs Luke Brooks. I'm the one that needs him, me. As I was walking to Makayla's house...it started pouring.

"Ugh!" I ran up the street. Just a few more blocks to her street. I went under a building for shelter and called her. "Hey Makayla...can you pick me up...yeah in front of Nandos...okay thanks." She'll be here in a minute, I told myself.

A minute later she pulled up. I got in and sunk in the seat.

"What's wrong?" She asked me.

"Luke is what's wrong."

She didn't talk anymore, she knew that I would flip out if she started asking questions. But the question that I needed answered was; Was Our Relationship Over?