His blonde, her brunette, one beautiful mess

[10] Friends with benefits?

"So, you're name is actually Eloise?" Lucas's eyes fluttered lazily open.

"It's my first name, but I go by Ella," I answered, closing the bathroom door behind me. "How did you even come upon my full name?"

"I don't know who found your names, probably took it from some school catalogue or then there's a snitch in your school."

"Couldn't they just use the name you told them?" It wasn't as if there was a bunch of Ellas in our year. 

"I didn't tell anyone about you," he said. 

"You didn't?" I asked and raised a brow. It didn't make sense that he wouldn't have told anyone. Well, maybe the surprise on everyone's faces as they turned to me back in the gymnastics hall made sense, but if he hadn't told them, what the hell was I doing here? Lucas's words came back to me. 

I'm not flirting, you have a boyfriend. 

Whoever had snitched on who was dating football players had clearly made a mistake. Which had gotten me involved in this kidnapping situation instead of listening to ghost stories back with my fellow seniors. I hope Trin took my stuff with her if I didn't make it back to fetch them. I didn't even have my phone with me. 

"What are you thinking about?" I was snapped out of my thoughts.

"My phone." I could have told him about not having a boyfriend, but what did he care about that? And if I randomly declared I didn't have a boyfriend in front of him he would think I thought he wanted to know. Meaning he would think I wanted him to know I was single, which sounded like I wanted him to hit on me. I was overthinking this, but it was better to overthink sometimes than underthink. "I left it back at our school."

"You can always loan mine if you have to call someone urgently," he offered. 

"No I... Maybe later." I needed to have a game plan if I got to call someone. I had never been good with remembering numbers, so i probably wouldn't be able to call anyone whose number he hadn't already saved on his phone. That probably left me with only Samira to call, but Samira could connect me forward to someone. I started to go back to the living room, but he stopped me.

"Could we actually go talk somewhere?" He asked and I nodded a bit confused. I followed him through the beautiful house and into a bedroom. It was a boyish room with an unmade big bed taking up must of the room. I couldn't find any clear sitting places, so I leaned against the window sill while he remained standing. 

We stood for a while in silence and I looked anywhere but at him. My gaze landed on the ceiling because there was something particular about it. Blue stars were painted across it.

"So," Lucas started and forced myself to look at him. 

"So?" I repeated and wrapped my arms around me. I was still only wearing a tank top that did nothing to warm me.

"I just wanted to make some things clear," he rubbed the back of his neck, his other hand in his pocket. "Whatever people might say; I didn't break up with Anna because of you."

"Okay."

"And I'm not into you. Not like that at least."

"Okay."

"And I'm sorry if I let you think I was."

I just stared at him, for a moment stunned by what he'd said. 

"Let me get this right; you're sorry because you let me think you were attracted to me?" I put a hand to my mouth to not let out the laughter that was bubbling inside me. Was he being serious?