Hell On Earth

twelve | beach boys are hot

Today was October 26, 2020.
Halloween was Saturday.
And this girl still didn't have a costume, which was something Luke totally ignored despite my constant reminders.
It was still Monday.
After my episode in English, nothing eventful happened. But as soon as Jade and I left Mythology, a certain someone was grabbing my wrist and pulling me to his car.
"Bye, Jade!" I called as Luke dragged me hurriedly to the car and was buckled before I'd even opened my door.
I slipped inside. "What's the rush?"
"Shh. No questions. You'll love this, I think."
Luke shifted into gear and got us out of the senior parking lot in record time, his fingers nervously drumming on the wheel.
"You think?" I laugh. "You don't sound confident about this."
"Ah, shut up."
"Make me." I challenged.
Luke glanced over at me with an expression on his face I'd never seen before on him.
Then it changed to a smirk as he looked back over at the road.
"Your voice is too pretty to shut you up."
My cheeks heated up, and I pursed my lips to hide an embarrassed smile as I plugged in the aux cord to my phone. I shuffled Spotify and looked out the window.
Some song I hadn't heard came on, but I left it playing. It was a gorgeous day out, not a cloud in the sky, and mid 70's in temperature.
A nice day.

As we approached the coast, I realized where we were headed.
We were headed to the beach.
"Luke, we have homework. Plus, we're still in our uniforms." I protested.
Luke laughed as he looked over at me. "Before you were even awake, I packed a bag for this in the car. It was going to be our only pretty day for a while, and you can bet your ass I was going to take advantage of it."
I shook my head. "I only have sweats, hoodies, and my uniform stuff in your apartment. I don't own any other clothes anymore. You know that."
Luke grinned. "Nevah helped."
I blinked. Luke got out of the car, held a finger up for me to stay where I was, then grabbed a drawstring bag out of his trunk. He tossed it to me as he got back in the car. I opened it. Inside was a white v-neck tee, a pair of light wash ripped shorts, and a pair of simple black flip flops.
It was something I'd wear if I was with my friends, not a guy.

But Luke was a friend.

Ugh, why did boys have to be so complicated?

Reluctantly, I grabbed the clothes out of the bag to put them on. "Um, can you..." I gestured for Luke to turn around.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah, of course."
With slightly reddish cheeks, Luke turned so he wouldn't see me. I unbuckled my seatbelt and changed as quickly as I could in the tight space.
I sucked in a tiny breath. "Okay, you're good."
Luke turned around.
His eyes were everywhere, taking every detail of my suddenly very self conscious figure. I wasn't exactly skinny, and so I was expecting some joke about my weight, but Luke said, "You, um, you... wow." His face heated up more than I'd ever seen on him.
Suddenly cocky, I smirked. "Like what you see?"
Luke inhaled sharply. "You're a work of art."
I rolled my eyes. "Stop. Anyway, what about you?"
"I have clothes under this." Luke pulled off his hoodie to reveal a tight black shirt that was definitely not part of our uniform.
I laughed. "You didn't get dress coded?"
Luke grinned suggestively. "Like they ever check for it."
I shrugged. "Fair enough."
But then Luke started unbuttoning his pants and I nearly screamed. "What are you doing?!"
He glanced up at me. "Oh! Cole, I'm not getting naked. I'm wearing shorts."
I glared at him as I felt my cheeks flush up. "You better be."
Luke raised three fingers. "Scout's honor."
Reluctantly, I nodded.
Fortunately, Luke did indeed have forest green shorts on underneath. He also exchanged his Converse for black flip flops.
"Okay, you good?" He asked, enigmatic eyes searching my face intently.
I swallowed hard, desperately trying to avoid the fact that I was going to the beach alone with a conventionally attractive guy, and this was the third time I'd seen this much of his ripped body.
Enough of that.