Chapter Three

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 Katarina POV

“Um excuse me, but did I just see Luke Hemmings give you his number?” a chick with big brown eyes asked.

“Uh yeah, he did” I replied

“Wow” she said sighing

“Wow?” I asked, puzzled

“He usually doesn’t go for girls like you” she replied looking me up and down.

“Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, strengthening my stance, mentally preparing for a catfight.

Was she his ex or something?

She started laughing; I couldn’t help but notice her nostrils flare when she laughed. I was about to burst into laughter from the sight alone but she began to speak “No, silly! I don’t mean it like that! Personally, I think you’re beautiful but Luke has a track record of going for girls that look more…unnatural” she replied giggling.

“You mean big boobs, tonnes of make up, slutty clothes?” I asked

“Yeah! Not surprising huh?” she said laughing, he nostrils flaring in the process

“Not at all” I replied smiling, looking down to avoid pissing myself laughing at her dancing nostrils.

“Are you his ex?” I asked shyly

“Oh God no! No no, I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, his name is Ashton” she replied calmly

“Oh, that’s cool” I replied, embarrassed that I had just asked her that question

“Yeah, I’m grabbing lunch with him now as a matter of fact” she paused “Would you like to join us?” she asked in a friendly manner

“Uh sure” I asked rather surprised that a girl that I had just met had asked me to join her for lunch.

“Awesome!” she said squealing, “My name is Sonya by the way, what’s your name?”

“Katarina” I replied smiling

“You’re name suits you Katarina”

“Thanks” I replied, following her.

I took out my phone and looked through my contacts, looking for Luke’s name.

I sent him a quick message “Hey, its Katarina. Just making sure you had my number”. I hit send and jogged to catch up to Sonya who was almost half way down the hall.

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Luke’s POV

“Dude, what the hell was that?” Michael asked

“What was what?” I asked knowing exactly what he meant

“Did you just give your number to the new chick?”

“Yeah, what of it?” I shot back

“Nothing, nothing. I just thought you…” he trailed off

“Spit it out Mikey” I said starting to get annoyed.

“She’s not exactly your type?” he asked quizzically

“It’s for a partnered assignment dickhead”

“You’re not going to fuck her?” he asked, his voice softening

“As if I would ever touch her bro”

“So you don’t mind if I get to know her?”

“She’s all yours,” I said, giving him full permission.

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