Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Lunch

Chapter 13 - Lunch

"What are you doing h- Oh," Michael's gaze hardened when Luke walked up from behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders.

"Michael." Luke acknowledged him, coldly.

"Luke, lets just go." I side stepped and tugged on his arm. He didn't move. He didn't even spare me a glance.

"What's wrong, Luke? Scared I'm going to steal the girl away from you?" Michael smirked. "Like last time?"

Wait. Last time?

"Last time?" I asked, frowning.

Michael looked at me, his eyes softening for a second. He didn't answer me, just turned his attention back to Luke. He didn't seem like he particularly enjoyed acting the bad guy.

"This time's different . . ." Luke muttered, his fists clenched tightly.

"Different? Yeah. This time she actually likes you," Michael paused, "As a friend." He laughed.

"Hey!" I protested, "I'm right here, Clifford. I can hear your every word." I narrowed my eyes at him.

Michael glanced at me, a smirk on his lips. "Uh huh. So answer this, would you ever date Luke in your lifetime?" He said that as if he expected me to hesitate; expected me to say 'no'.

Well, buddy, expect the unexpected.

"Yes. In fact, I'd gladly date him," I answered.

Luke's eyes widened in surprise. "W-What?" He spluttered.

"You're lying," Michael glared at me.

I scoffed. "Ri-"

"If she was lying, she wouldn't let me do this." Luke cut in. He pulled me towards him by my waist, stared into my hazel green eyes for a second before softly brushing his lips against mine. It wasn't much but just that already made me weak at the knees.

When he pulled back, I would have melted into a puddle right then and there if Luke wasn't holding me.

"Now, get out of here, Clifford. Go apologise to your ex– at least try– you and I both know she's still in love with you." Luke snapped at Michael, his arm slipping off my waist. He held my hand instead.

Michael turned away, "She hates me, so, even if I try, she would still call the cops on me. Besides, Rosie is next on my list." He looked over his shoulder at me, that slight smirk still cast upon his features.

What is it with Australians and smirking? Also, what list? Is he gonna murder me? Oh, shoot. He's a serial killer, isn't he?

"You-" I growled, attempting to pounce on Michael. Luke held me back, he sent me a look but I still struggled against his hold to strangle Mikey.

"I swear to the gods-" I started again.

"Oh, shut up, Rose. We all know you wouldn't actually hurt me." Michael laughed and walked away.

"Lemme at him! Lemme at him!" I reached out, clenching and unclenching my hands. Luke cracked a smile, he was holding me by my waist, now.

"You know, this scene is very comical to watch," He noted with a small chuckle.

"I don't care. Let me kick that blue ass of his!"

Luke broke out laughing. "Blue ass? Oh my god, Rosa." He poked my side.

I giggled, slapping his hand away. "Oi!" I quickly managed to slip out of his hold, running away.

He laughed maniacally from behind me. "You're not getting away that easily, Irwin!"