Mrs All American - luke

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After class I'm secretly hoping that India and Becca are not home so that I don't have to face them and talk to them about last night.

Luke texted me during class, something about a fight with Ashton, said that he wanted to be alone and that he'd see me on the night of Michael's party. I don't know what they could have a possibly fought about that he wanted time alone, but I wasn't going to push his buttons when he was clearly in a bad mood.

So when I enter the apartment, I tip toe around the hallway and try not be as quiet as I can. I keep doing that as I walk across the kitchen and near my bedroom door. Just as I extend my hand to reach for the handle, someone shouts, "Not so fast!"

I jump, drop one of my books, and turn towards the direction in which the voice came from. It's India and Becca, both standing just outside India's room. Our rooms, mine and India's, are in the same hallway with a bathroom in between.

Becca raises an eyebrow at me and I whine as I throw my backpack into my room, setting down my books. I sigh as I make the short walk to India's room and enter with them. India's room is slightly bigger than mine and decorated with posters of the world, the moon and its phases, and galaxies.

I settle on the tiny couch situated at the corner of her room and cross my legs. They sit on the bed together and continue to stare at me.

I suddenly ask myself if they know about Michael's party, but since India practically adores Michael, I'm sure they do. They don't hang out all the time, but I know they talk on a daily basis because one time India was laughing at a picture of a cat Michael sent her.

"Spill," Becca simply orders and places a pillow on her lap. They both giggle when I blush and cover my face with my hands, throwing my head back. "Sam, we're your best friends!"

So I told them, in as much detail as I possibly could and left some out, like the pill I took this morning. The entire time I told them this, I kept my eyes down and focused on my hands resting on my lap. When I finally have the courage to look back at them, India is smirking at me with her infamous I-told-you-so look and Becca is trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Oh my gosh," India finally says. "I told you so!" She shouts as she bounces up and down on her bed. I shake my head at her and cover my mouth with a hand when I start to laugh.

"But you didn't really tell us how it was," Becca says when India has calmed down. "Like, was he gentle? Was he aggressive?"

"Was he like, call me daddy!" India then shouts and tries to mimic Luke's voice and accent. My face goes bright red.

Becca next to her frowns. "There's no way Luke has a daddy kink," she argues, "if any of those boys have one, it's definitely Ashton."

India makes a face next to her. "Really? You think so? You think Ashton would be into that?"

Becca nods and then they both look at me again, waiting for me to answer their questions before they went on to talk about daddy kinks. "Well..." I pause as I exhale deeply. "He was really sweet and gentle. It was almost romantic."

They stare at me in awe and I bite down on my bottom lip. I don't know what they could be possibly be thinking at this point.

"Who would have ever thought Luke Hemmings could be romantic?" Becca jokes and I stick my tongue out at her.

India squints her eyes at me and sits up straight, leaning in. "Hang on a second," she says as she gets up. For a second I think she's going to her dresser, where she keeps those pills, but she doesn't. Instead she looks down at me. "What's that on your neck?"