Mrs All American - luke

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When I wake up the next morning, I expect to be alone, but I'm not. India and Rebecca are both in their rooms sleeping. I head back to my own room and decide that I wanna go for a morning run. I've thrown on a pair of jogging pants, a sports bra and a sweatshirt. My thoughts drift to the events of last night as I head into the kitchen and I tie my hair up. Luke's jacket is still on the floor.

Whoever this Luke Hemmings guy is, let's just say my first encounter with him wasn't the nicest. I mean, he's very good looking. I'll give him that, but rude. When I met him at the club I thought he was an okay guy, but then he tried to have sex with me so.... 

Obviously I don't mean guys who want a one night stand very often.

Maybe he's famous or something, I don't know. Either way, I'm glad I won't be running into him anymore.

I leave the jacket alone and make my way to the front door. I decide my day is going straight down the drain when I almost trip over his stupid jacket. When I open the door, it gets worse.

Luke is standing right outside of my apartment. He's standing there, in all black with a beanie hiding his hair.

"I can't catch a frigging break," I groan to myself and try to walk around him. He places his hand on either sides of the doorframe, making me stop. "What are you doing here?"

His mouth opens, but it closes again and his eyes trial up and down my body. Are you kidding me? "The question is, what are you wearing?" His mouth curls into a smile, his tongue playing with his lip ring.

"You're so-" in one swift motion, he reaches out, grabbing the zipper of my sweatshirt and pulls it down. I shriek and spin around, trying to do the zipper as fast as I can.

I stomp away from him and head straight back to the kitchen, picking up the jacket. It seems that he followed me and when I turn around, I bump straight into Luke.

He catches me, his hands on my arms. I step away from his grip, shoving the jacket against his chest. "I'm assuming this is the reason you're here," I mumble and cross my arms over my chest.

"Partly," he answers and my eyebrows raise. "I came here to get my jacket back because it's very expensive and because I wanna hang out."

I step around him, walking away and looking over my shoulder when I tell him, "India and Becca are still sleeping so.."

He chuckles and I hear his footsteps not too far behind me. I roll my eyes as I step out of the apartment. "No, I wanna hang out with you," he says after he steps out.

I laugh as I walk down the stairs, skipping a step to get away from him as fast as possible. But he's right beside me as I step out of the building. "Why in the world would you wanna hang out with me?"

"I think we could have fun," he says with a sly smile, pinching my side.

My hands slaps his away and I laugh once again. "No, we couldn't," I tell him as we cross the street and look at him from the corner of my eye. "We're complete opposites. You're everything I'm not."

And I'm sure he has a different idea of the word 'fun.'

He chuckles, throwing his head back. If he wasn't so ignorant, he would actually look pretty cute. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and says, "Opposites attract, baby."

"Ugh, don't call me that," I groan as I let his arm slide off my shoulder. We're near the park now and I still haven't managed to get rid of him. "Why are you giving me such a hard time?"

"I am not giving you a hard time," he defends himself. "I told you I wanna hang out, but you're being rude."

I spin around and face him, crossing my arms over my chest as I lean on one leg. "I'm being rude?" I snap. "You're the one who tried to have sex with me last night."

"Yeah, tried." He shoots back. "I'd say you're just as rude as I am. Here I am, trying to make peace with you, but you're being difficult."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not being difficult," I respond and he gives me a flat look. "What? Are you implying that you wanna be friends?"

Before he can reply, a group of girls start to scream his name and he looks in the direction. They begin to run towards him and he gives them a wave. This is when I decide that it's my queue to leave.

I walk away, slowly at first and then faster when the girls crowd around Luke. He doesn't seem to notice but I know he will later once the girls leave so I try to be fast as I can once I start my run.

Not even five minutes into my run, I hear that familiar voice with that stupid accent, calling my name. I don't stop or turn around, but something tells me he's running too as his voice sounds out of breath.

"Goddamn it, slow down, will you?" He asks, breathlessly and I laugh as I start to walk again.

"You don't exercise much, do you?" I ask him, my hands on my waist as we walk down the park.

"Sex is my cardio," he answers as he shrugs off his jacket, holding it in one hand.

"See! This is why can't be friends!" I exclaim, a little too loud and some heads turn in our direction.

He chuckles. "You know what? You're right," he responds after he comes to a stop and I raise an eyebrow at him, stopping too so I hear what he has to say. "You can't take a joke, which wasn't directed towards you, by the way, so don't flatter yourself too much, honey. You're boring and I'm not. You're so damn innocent and act like you're too good for anyone who comes your way-"

"I act like I'm to good for anyone?!" I interrupt him, taking a step towards him and he mimics my actions. "Have you met yourself? You're so self-absorbed. News flash, sweetheart, not every girl you meet wants to have sex with you," I pause for a moment and laugh, realizing something I hadn't before. "Maybe that's why you're so mad because I didn't give you what you want."

I don't know what's come over me. Luke is a complete stranger to me and here I am, insulting him without having a second thought.

"And maybe you're just mad you're still a virgin," he immediately fires back and I roll my eyes. "I know your type, Sam."

"I'm done talking to you," I snap and walk away from him but he's quick to be by my side again. "Can you not? You just made it pretty clear that you don't like me. We're done here."

He laughs quietly, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. A dimple I hadn't noticed before, caves in. "Oh, trust me, Sam," he warns me as his blue eyes scan my face, "we're nowhere near done."

With that, he walks away and I angrily watch him go.

a/n: hahaha, i still don't even know where i'm going with this, so bear with me ok, i have great things planned out for this story. i feel like this chapter was so boring, its more of a filler, but oh well. soz for any spelling mistakes i didn't even bother to read over this bc i'm lazy and horrible, byeeee