Senior Year

Chapter 3

Lucas sits on my bed, waiting for whatever I'm about to say. I longingly stare at him wishing I didn't have to tell him. "Luke, you know that I wish with my whole heart that I want to be ready for this relationship, but I'm not. I really need a break." I sigh, realizing how fast I said it in one breath. He stares at me with a goofy boyish grin. Laughing he starts "Cam I never expected a real relationship this soon, but you deserve the best. If I can give you the best, please let me." I smile flirtingly at him, realizing it doesn't have to be serious right now. This is what I want. A non-serious relationship. With him of all people. I start to stare at the perfect situation I have and laugh, a real laugh. Lucas grabs me into a hug and kisses my forehead sweetly. I smile up at him and peck him on his lips. He giggles at the fact of the peck. I've never heard him laugh before. He grabs my face and starts to kiss me, before I know it we're making out on my bed. I bite his bottom lip, and he flips me to the bottom of the bed, underneath him. Not serious. Not serious... Not Serious! My thoughts are screaming at me through the rooftops, but I ignore them. I start to unbuckle his pants as he takes off my shirt. Mia walks in the room, and I scream being caught up in the moment. "Mia!!" She covers her eyes as fast as possible, "this is taking it slow?!" I whimper realizing what I just got caught doing. Lucas throws me my shirt, and I put it on, as he zips and buckles his pants back up. Mia struts right out of the room and downstairs. She's talking to Noah. Oh God No, what did I get myself into. Then I hear Noah laughing and snippets of the conversation. Lucas pulls me back into the room, "come on I want to bite your lip, you sexy baby." Mmmhh I climb on top of him, pushing my tongue through his mouth. He smiles as he grabs my ass, I moan softly. Changing my mind, I crawl off his lap and frown. Lucas looks at me in wonder. "I can't" I breathe a slow breath, I begin to think about Ty and how hurt the boy is. No matter how he treated me, I still loved him. Lucas is speechless in wonder, stuck to the bed he stares. "You can't what?" quirking his head to one side. I sigh, putting my hands over my eyes trying to wish the lousy dream anyway. "I can't kiss you knowing how bad Ty is hurting." He winced at his name, Ty and breathed a deep breath. "Then don't, Cam I don't want to pressure you. I just got caught up in the moment. You can say no all you want. I'll never leave you. Something tells me that you aren't used to that." I nod my head in agreement. "Well, that's fucked up." He retorts and gets up to hug me. Tears sputter out of my eyes, and he goes to hold me tight. "I can't cry anymore. I won't do it," I frantically promise. Lucas looks at me amazed, giving me a hopeful smile he brings me to sit on my bed. He mutters something under his breath, and I start wondering what's going through his head. The environment of the room becomes silent. The silence was calming and almost even relaxing. I breathe a fresh deep breath and check the time on my phone. I gasp loudly at the time. "It's two in the morning," I mutter quietly. Lucas smiles, trying to figure out what to say. Breathing, he grins, "do you want to sleep?" I giggle making a face, "yes but only in your arms." I admit in a whisper. I go into my closet and throw him a pair of pajama bottoms. I grab my favorite pair of spandex they are black beautifully kept, and as I go to find a t-shirt, he throws his at me. I lift it up to my nose and inhale breathing in the beautiful aroma. I could get used to this. I turn off the big light and realize that the night-side lamp is on. He crawls under the covers, ready for me to get comfortable in his arms. I smile and kiss him on his lips, breaking every moral I ever thought was useful in my life. I begin to get comfortable as he plays with my hair making me fall fast asleep.

I wake up to amora of eggs, hash browns, waffles, french toast, and pineapple roaming around my room. I squint open my eyes realizing how late it was and jump out of bed like I just got chased out of a horror movie. Lucas grabs my shoulders, "Woah Cam calm down, I talked to your mom this morning. She told me you needed to take the day off because of the accident. Your mom called my mom and explained everything that happened, so I'm staying with you for the day." I sigh in relief and breathe a deep breath I had no idea I was holding in. The accident. I know it wasn't bad, but I just can't stop reliving it. Lucas weaves a hand in front of my face, I had spaced out again. "Hey." I breathe profoundly thinking tears are going to follow out of my eyes.

"I made you breakfast." His smile lights up the room as if an angel came down from heaven. I lock eyes with him, and lean into a kiss I didn't see coming. My nose lights up with all the of the aromas surrounding me. Lucas motions for me to dig in and I smile from ear to ear. I grab my fork, trying to decide what I would eat first. "What are you waiting for? Christmas?" He's grinning like that was his best joke yet. I take a bite of pineapple and moan at how good it was. The flavor soaks into my mouth, making every taste bud tingle. Lucas quirks an eyebrow and grabs my face, kissing me passionately. I moan quietly at the reality of how high my senses are. He smiles into another kiss, biting my lip this time. "Luke, you know what that does to me," I mumble quietly. Smirking, he moves the food over to my computer desk and plops back on the bed. I quirk my head to the left and laugh softly.

"Let's go to a party!" Lucas sits up and tilts his head questionably. "A party?" I laugh, wondering why he's so confused. "Yes, Lucas a party. Have you ever heard of one?" He scolds me having a look of hurt in his eyes. "Cam, it's a Tuesday. There are no parties to go to." I sigh, understanding his confusion. "I'm sorry," I whisper quietly. He looks at me with sad eyes. My eyes stare moving back and forth, terrifying me to the point that I start crying. He keeps staring, saying nothing. "Luke? What's wrong with me?" I breathe into breathless tears. He looks up at me, wiping the falling hot tears off my face. "Nothing, baby, you're just traumatized." I fall into his arms, sobbing heartfelt tears. I can't do this, it's too hard.

I can't go through this pain. He holds me knowing how much I'm hurting. He looks at me and picks me up and twirls me around, then throwing me on the bed and starts tickling me. "Stop! Stop! I can't breathe." His eyes light up, and he motions for me to lay down beside him. He smiles up at me and pecks me on my lips. "Mmmm you taste like sugar cookies," Lucas says seductively. "Sugar cookies? I haven't eaten any sugar cookies lately! How do I taste like sugar cookies?" Lucas strangely stares at me, "Cam, calm down. It's okay."