Double Star

4: First Date.

PoV Sarah:

As we walked toward his car, I couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. Luke's gaze was fixed on me, unblinking, and it made me feel self-conscious like I was under some kind of intense scrutiny. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, my voice sharp, though I wasn't sure why.

He seemed lost in thought, his eyes thoughtful. "Nothing... I just think you're too skinny."

Oh my god, is he serious? I knew I was a little on the thin side, and I'd always had a hard time keeping up my appetite, but to hear this from someone I barely knew... especially from a guy... it hurt more than I expected.

"KEEP YOUR THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF THEN!" I shouted, my anger flaring.

He was unfazed, almost casual as he said, "You remind me of someone I know."

I blinked in surprise. "Oh really? Who?" I asked, my curiosity piqued, but he didn't respond. Instead, without warning, he stepped forward and, with ease, lifted me into his arms.

"Okay, you're seriously out of your mind. PUT ME DOWN NOW!" I yelled, my heart racing as I instinctively gripped his shoulders, afraid I might fall. His eyes, still cold and unyielding, never left mine, but as the golden sunlight caught in his irises, I found myself oddly captivated. It was as if the world around me paused for a moment, and I almost forgot to breathe.

"Someone I care about," he said, gently lowering me back to the ground and walking toward the car. His words hung in the air, leaving me confused. Does he really care about someone?

"You should eat, blondie if you don't want to get sick someday," he added, and I stared at him, half in disbelief. Was he actually concerned about me? Was this the same Luke from yesterday?

I blinked, trying to shake off the strange feeling in my chest. "I can carry myself, thank you," I replied, forcing a smile.

Once inside the car, I found myself playing absentmindedly with my hair. The car was the same one from that night—the one that had nearly cost me my life—and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Luke seemed preoccupied with something, his eyes scanning the interior, but he caught my attention once again.

"You'll end up tearing your hair out if you keep doing that, blondie," he teased, adjusting the rearview mirror.

"Stop calling me blondie! I have a name," I snapped, irritated by the nickname I couldn't stand.

He chuckled, his voice filled with mischief. "Keep it up and I'll call you 'baldie'."

I couldn't help it—I laughed. The idea of me, bald with a piercing on my tongue, was just too funny. I laughed again, louder this time.

"What's so funny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly amused.

"Nothing. Guess I'll stick with the old one then," I said, turning my face to the side to hide the blush creeping up my neck. His smile made my cheeks burn even more, and I quickly looked out the window to avoid his gaze.

"So where are we going?" I finally asked, eager for some clarity.

"Get ready," he replied, his eyes still focused ahead.

"Ready for what?" I asked, confused. Before I could even think to put on my seatbelt, he slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and the car shot forward like a rocket.

Twenty minutes later, I was gripping the seat with all my strength, my senses completely overwhelmed by the speed. His driving was reckless, and I prayed silently that no other cars would be on the road. If there were, I was sure we wouldn't have survived this ride. Was this how he always drove?