Last Dance || 5sos

Chapter Ten

"I should be home at midnight, hopefully no later!" my mother yells up the stairs as I come down from my bedroom. I roll my eyes, pulling my hair back.

"Okay, mom," I reply. Sadie comes down after me with her dress and suitcase. She decided to stay over a friend's house tonight after the dance. I don't mind staying home alone. In my current situation, I think I would prefer it. I still have a page and a half left of this essay to write. Luckily I was able to get more of it done yesterday when I got home. 

"Food's in the fridge, or you can call in for something if you'd like. I'll compensate you what's necessary when I get home." 

"You're going to be late, mom. Go, you still need to drop Sadie off."

"That's right, and I love you to death, mum, but you move like a turtle sometimes." Thankfully, Sadie rushes our mother out the door and finally I have my peace and quiet. It's only five, now. I wouldn't need to call anything for at least another hour, probably more. Once they pull out of the driveway, I grab my notebooks and my laptop and start typing away. I would have perhaps finished the paper yesterday if I didn't have to copy it over from paper to computer.

I'm about half an hour in when my phone goes off. Picking it up, it's a text from Calum. I roll my eyes playfully, opening it.

Calum: How's staying at home treating you?

Me: Good. I've gotten loads done.

Calum: I can hear your sarcasm in your texts.

I laugh, knowing that he's right. Unfortunately, the door bell rings before I can get to any more work. I'm annoyed, because I wasn't expecting anyone to be visiting. Especially not while I'm dressed in spandex shorts, a sports bra, and a baggy sweatshirt that's at least two sizes too big. It was my dad's, though, which is why I still have it, and wear it. I look like a mess, either way, and my hair is pulled back in a sloppy ponytail. I'm really in no state to see anyone, but at least my breath won't knock anyone out, since I've been chewing gum.

I make my way over to the door, setting my laptop down. Looking through the peephole, I can't see anything. Whoever's here must have blocked it, which irks me even more. When I open the door, I wasn't really sure who to expect, but who was actually there was last on my list of guesses. "Luke! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at homecoming!" I shriek. He smirks at me.

"For the record, I never actually said I was going." I cross my arms over my chest, huffing. 

"Well, why are you here? I have work to get done, and this was supposed to be my night to do it." 

"Do it tomorrow night," he suggests.

"And be a procrastinator?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Better than a goody-two-shoes," he challenges. I try to scowl at him but his smirk is making it very hard. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he adds.

"I will when you tell me why you're here."

"Well, since you wouldn't come to homecoming, I took it upon myself to make sure you weren't stuck here all alone doing boring school things while everyone else has fun at a dance. So, you're going to drop your project until tomorrow, and hang out with me."

"In case you haven't noticed, I'm not in the position for company right now," I point out.

"Oh no, I've noticed. I just didn't say anything." His smile is devilish, and his eyes offer a new sort of temptation that I'm not used to. 

"How charming of you," I slide out of the way to let him in. He enters, looking around. "So, now that you've come to prevent me from doing well on my project," I start. "What are we supposed to do?" Luke merely shrugs. After a moment, he comes up with something.