PART 8

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        After you dried your hair, you made your way to the small path in between the houses. You picked up a few small rocks you found in the grass, flipped them in your hand a few times and threw them at Luke's open window.

        He stuck his head out looking around then down at you. "Ah, it's you", he calmly said like nothing happened.

        "You should be studying", you yell up at him. "I was, then it started raining stones", he joked with a big grin on his face.

        "You weren't when I was in my room", you grumble about the smaller incident, already getting neck pains from having to stare up at the window.

        "I thought you said earlier nothing would be awkward if no one mentioned it", he twisted your words, "Besides, it's not the first time you left your curtains open."

        Heat flushed your cheeks pink, "I don't like you Hemmings."

        He chuckled, "Whatever you say babe." He got back in his room and you stood there wondering what's just happened. "Babe?", you repeat his words in a whisper. "Ugh", you shake your head and start walking back inside.

        You drag your feet through the sunburnt grass with a frown on your face. "Who does he think he is?", you murmur. "Babe, it started raining stones", you make silly faces poorly imitating him with your blood pressure jumping through the roof.

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