Bittersweet (Jai & Luke Brooks)

Chapter 7

You did what?!" Beau asked Luke in astonishment.

"It wasn't that big of a deal," Luke grinned, clearly proud of himself.

"Well thanks to you I have three weeks detention," Harley pouted.

"Ahh, it won't be that bad, I'll be with you," He winked, again, giving Harley butterflies. 

"Stop that!" She squealed.

"Stop what?" He teased.

"Just stop that." 

"Why?" He grinned.

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Just because."

"Tell me."

"I don't like the..." She trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

"I'll tickle you until you tell me."

"Don't you dare!" Harley squealed, yet again, and started running away.

"Then tell me!" Luke laughed, running behind her lightly, they had made their way upstairs, Harley panting by the bathroom door. "Wow, running really isn't your thing, huh?"

Harley, through her heavy breathing, stuck her middle finger off, scowling at his jokes. "Fu-fudge off."

"You mean, fück off," Luke raised his eyebrow crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, he was a few feet away from her now. 

Harley let her eyes drift up and down his form. Hot damn, how could someone be so perfect? She thought to herself, her lips forming into a pout. 

"Well?"

Harley stood up straight, wiping all thoughts of him from her head, well trying to anyway. "Well what?"

"Ugh, why do you do this?" Luke pretended to cry, his hands covering his face. 

Harley scrunched her face up, wondering what the hell he was on about but she couldn't deny this was a prefect way to hold him without letting him know how she felt about him. 

"Awe, I'm sorry Lu-" She was cut off by her own scream when Luke dived for her, his hands reaching her waist. "Stop, stop!" She cried out. 

"I'll stop if you stop," Luke told her with a grin, his fingers digging into her waist. He held her close to his chest as she squirmed trapping her between his arms. 

"Fine, fine," She laughed and sighed in relief when he  let her go. She straightened out her top as she slowly turned to face him. "I, uh," Crap. She looked into his eyes. Everything blurred from her mind and only Luke stayed where he was. 

"You," He said slowly with raised eyebrows, his hand waving in front of him. 

"I," She tried again but the way he bit his lip distracted her from her thoughts once again. How could someone be so, so, hot?

"Are you okay?" Luke asked her, stepping closer. 

Harley in desperate attempt to stay away from Luke, stepped backwards but tripped on a shoe, she squealed, feeling her self fall backwards, until, an arm wrapped itself around her waist. 

"Oh my Jesus, oh my Jesus," She breathed over and over again, letting her head fall backwards as she was brought up right. 

"Nope, just Luke." Her eyes -that had fallen shut- snapped open and she scrambled to get out of his grasp, carefully. 

"I dislike, I strongly dislike?" She tried to form a sentence but her mind was so jumbled up, she couldn't grasp a single word in her mind. "The wink, I, you, it makes me, feel, things," She spluttered out and quickly ran past him and down the stairs.