WAYWARD - L.H

thirty seven

Pheobe's P.O.V

"Connor is-"

"The fuck, man! We were looking all over for you! ..Hey! Pheobe!" Calum's loud voice beamed when the back door opened.

Damn.

"We were talking!" Luke snarled,

Calum raised his hands in defense.

"Hey! Pheobe! There you are! I was just- oh" Connor's voice second, confused.

Just Great.

"Never mind." Luke greeted to his teeth and went back in leaving me, left me with only confusion.

His mood swings. I don't know if he's mad at me. Its not like I told our friends to come barging in when I'm just about to tell him that Connor is not really my boyfriend, right before I ask him to put everything behind us and begin again. This is not my fault, or anyone else's. Maybe right now is not a really good time. I guess.

"Are you okay?" Connor immidietly asked as he place his hands on the small of my back,

"Yes" I nodded.

"What were you guys talking about?" He asks as he leads me back inside.

I gave Luke a passing glance as I walk by but the structure of his face is irritated as he didn't even try to face me or even look at me.

"Nothing, its okay. Never mind it tho" I sighed;

*

I woke up next morning, Saturday. I went for a little jog and had just enough time to grab myself some coffee in the nearby coffee shop behind the grill.

I'm in sweat, pale face, pale lips, sweaty neck, heavy breathing, earphones playing inside my ears entering the subconscious of my mind.

"What could I get you?" The old lady with brown curly dyed hair asked me, her gray eyes are so warm.

"Just some brewed coffee and a corn muffin I guess" I answered, removing the earphobes from my ears to hear her better.

A few minutes later she placed my order on a brown tray and I carried it to my table.

Much in my surprise. A tall blonde guy entered the coffee shop, dressed in a black muscle tee, some old black baggy basket ball shorts, some Nike running shoes and he's all sweaty like me as well.

I stared at him all the time and he noticed me as he darts his eyes all over the room right after he sees me.

"Good morning" He smiled, placing his tray on my table as he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand.

He looks very attractive, hot even. Ok, he's hot!

"Good morning, L-Luke" I stuttered,

"I didn't know you jog" He smiles as he took a bite on his cheesie toast,

"I didn't know you jog" I answered, awkwardly, he's been smiling all morning and I find it weird, he's not like this, he was so pissed yesterday and now..

"I work out every now and then"

I believe him. His muscles looks more linient and he's body is bigger than before, in highschool he wasn't like this, his biceps weren't. I wouldn't deny that he looks better now than before. He became a hottie while I became the lame one. I couldn't stop staring at him, his eyes, lips, and the ink on his skin, I couldn't resist but just breath in this moment knowing that tomorrow, its not going to be like this anymore if his mood swings hit him, hard.