Cherry / l.h ✔️

15

~Violet's POV~

"Hey, Vi!" Calum exclaimed to me as I walked up to the lunch table with Mikey by my side. Ashton and Calum looked up at me while Luke kept staring down at his phone, "Hey." I smiled, sitting down beside Michael.

"So," Ashton started, leaning close to me over the table as if he was about to give me some of the latest gossip. "We were thinking about going camping sometime." He said, and I raised a brow. "When?" I asked, cocking my head. Calum shrugged, "Probably this weekend." He said, and I nodded. "I'm in." I said, giving him a smile. Ashton cheered and high-fived Calum before continuing to eat his food.

When art class rolled around, Luke and I took our usual seats beside each-other. We hadn't completed the project yet, but we still had a little over a week to do it, so I wasn't worried. "You really going camping with us?" Luke asked, and I looked up at him, shrugging. "Yeah, why?" I asked, and he shrugged back. "Didn't picture you as the type to camp." He admitted, and I smiled a little.

"You also didn't 'picture' me as the type to party." I pointed out, and he snorted. "Yeah, except you're not the type to party." He stated, lips turning up into a small smirk. I groaned, "Why do you keep saying that?" I sighed, irritated. He leaned a little closer, blue eyes piercing into my brown ones. "You're still a prude, Cherry. I haven't forgotten that." He reminds me, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're such a...such a...."I frowned, unable to think of a word. Luke's face flickered with humor, "A what? A cock?" He teased. I smacked him upside the head, "Stop trying to get me say that." I said instead.

He laughed and leaned back in his chair, checking his phone. "Please don't watch porn around me." I blurted a minute later, and he looked up at me, turning off his phone. "Does it make you uncomfortable?" He asked, and I nodded. "For lack of a better word, yeah. Though disgust would work better." I said.

He rolled his eyes, "Have you even watched porn before?" He asked, raising a brow at me. I made sure nobody was listening in on our conversation, deciding it'd be a little weird to talk about watching porn during art class. "No." I admitted, and he feigned a gasp. "Really?" He gasped, "Little prude hasn't watched porn before?" He asked, pretending to be surprised. I stared at him, unimpressed.

"Yeah, ha ha." I said blankly, rolling my eyes.

"Masturbated then, at least?" He asked, and I stared at him, my cheeks turning hot in embarrassment. "Geez, you're so dirty." I muttered, deciding not to answer him. Luke rolled his eyes, "So, no." He said, confirming what I didn't need to. He stared at me for a moment and then hummed softly, "I can't say I'm surprised, honestly." He shrugged.

I huffed, trying to calm down the heat in my face. "Why's that?" I asked, against my better judgment. Luke leaned back in his chair and smiled a little, "I'm just not. You're such a...good girl, for lack of better words. I mean, you won't even say the word cock." He shrugged, and I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I mumbled, slouching down in my seat in irritation. He still had a slight smile on the edge of his lips as he watched me simmer in my own mild annoyance.

"You get embarrassed so easy." He chuckled, and I looked up at him. "Shut up." I whined, covering my cheeks with my hands. "You do!" He exclaimed, a grin creeping onto his face. "I ask if you masturbate and you get all red." He teases. I raised a brow at him, "That's not exactly a normal thing to ask someone." I defended myself.

Ms. Johnson was handing out papers and when she got to our table, Luke opened his mouth to say something. Before he could, I slapped a hand over his mouth, stopping him from saying something that could possibly embarrass me or get us in trouble. She stalked away and Luke licked my hand, causing me flinch away in disgust. "Ew!" I exclaimed, wiping the saliva on his shirt.