You're it (SEQUEL OUT)

BONUS scene! (1/?)

Luke POV of end of chapter 8 & 9. I'm bored and uninspired lmao, enjoy!

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I sigh, throwing my bag on my bed after practice. It was a hard session, that was no doubt. I couldn't get Riley off my mind either, no matter how hard I hit the bags or threw the ball. She was there.

I run a hand through my hair, turning the shower on. What the hell is wrong with me? She's my friend, first and fore-mostly. Maybe I'm just worried for her being with Kit after the whole Sam situation- she deserves someone kind. Kit is that, but perhaps he's too kind. All the time. 

I shower quickly, throwing on some joggers when I get out and notice my phone buzzing on the table beside my bed. I frown, picking it up. It's past 10, so I'm surprised to see Riley's name pop up on screen.

"Hey-" I smile, my fingers tightening around the phone. "Can't get enough of me today?"

I can practically hear her eye roll from this side of the phone. "Wanna earn $10?"

There's something in her voice- some twang of sadness or worry that makes me swallow nervously, wondering if she's alright. Something must've happened with Kit for her to be calling me.

"I'm listening." 

"Pick me up a cheeseburger and fries from Danny's? Pretty please?" She begs. I sigh, rolling my eyes. So she's fine, she's just hungry. Typical.

My own stomach rumbles a little at that and I sit on the bed. "Oh man Fray. You're making me hungry. I just got into bed."

"Please? My date with Kit was weird and I'm starving." She pleads. My ears perk up a little at that, the frown returning to my face. Weird how? 

"Fine, fine. I want my ten bucks woman." I tease, mostly just because I want to hear about this 'weird' date. She makes a little 'yes!' sound and I chuckle. 

"Deal."

I knock on the door about twenty minutes later, carrying our bag of food. She swings the door open almost immediately, grinning from ear to ear at the bag in my hands. I roll my eyes, playfully smacking her hand as she steals fries from the bag and walk inside.

"My hero." She flutters her eyelashes. I laugh, slipping my shoes off and spreading the food over her coffee table. 

"You better put on a good film for dragging me over here." I say, glancing over at her. She's in track shorts and a tight black top with black calf socks, her hair dragged up into a ponytail.

She pulls up Netflix, collapsing on the couch beside me and passes me my food before hooking her feet over me. We watch the film in a content silence and I decide not to push the Kit thing- if she wanted to talk about it, she would.

I notice near the end of the movie her head has fallen down onto my shoulder, her eyes closed. Her body rises slowly with her breathing and I watch her for a few moments, my own eyes closing with exhaustion. It's been a long ass day. 

I shuffle around a little and she shuffles with me, her hand coming up for my own. I wish I could be far more honourable- she was on a date tonight with a friend. I should wake her up, leave. But I don't want to. I'm tired and frankly, there's no real point in leaving. 

So I don't. I move to the right and lean back on the arm of the couch, allowing her to slip in the space beside me and close my eyes, my arm around her steadily.