PART 11

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        Your exams have gone by decent and you haven't heard from the trouble next door, so you were doing pretty good as a matter of fact. The school year was ending and nothing could get in your way.

        You blasted your music when your parents left ealier to visit some old family friends. You managed to talk them into staying home, promising you won't do anything stupid.You sunk into the cozy bed, letting the time pass. Breathing slowly and enjoying every second - even if you just fixed your stare at the plain ceiling - was quite relaxing. The peace was broken by the sound of your doorbell. You close your eyes and sigh loudly, "Of course." You hopped downstairs unwillingly, shouting "Coming!"

        To your surprise it was Luke at there door when you opened. He stood there with a smirk and you glared at him for a moment before emotionlessly saying, "No." You tried to slam the door in his face but he stopped them with his hand,

         "Oh come on y/n, stop lying to yourself", he laughed holding the door as you tried to push it back.

     "Hemmings, I didn't like you...", you start as you give up on trying to get rid of him, "Now I particularly don't like you", you grumble through your teeth.

        "Really?", he questions your decision. He seemed quite confident with himself today.

        "Yeah, really", you cross arms over your chest.

       "Not even a little?", he gets a step closer to you. Your arms drop on your sides as your weak voice says, "Not a bit."

     "Ha, that's funny 'cause...", he got closer and you stared at each other's lips. Everything seemed in slow motion as he leaned in. You felt his hot breath in your face as he continued the sentence, "...I wouldn't tell anyone."

        Your heart raced when he smirked and cupped your face, kissing you well. Actually, that was an understatement. That boy kissed really well. Your lips were intertwined like they were made for each other, and the lip ring brushing against yours just made it better.

        He breathlessly parted winking at you before roughly kissing your neck. "Luke", you gasped grabbing his blond hair. You felt him smile on your neck and he knew exactly why. 

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