The Eyes Of The Devil [BxB] EDITING

Chapter Thirty Two

Lukes pov

I squeeze her hips and pull away from our kiss. "Wanna come over tonight?" I hum and lean back. "Sorry Sarah, I can't, I've got football practice." She grins.

"Can I wear your spare shirt at your next game?" I pause. I always let oscar wear it at games, it always made me smile to see him in it.

"Luke?" I blink at the realisation that my mind was wondering, thinking back to previous games and how he... looked...

"I uhh, sorry, I have to wear it, lost my other one." She pouts and nods before kissing my cheek.

"I have to go, I have to work with some girl on a stupid project and she wants to talk about it's." I awkwardly chuckle.

"Yeah okay see you later."

I watch as she walks away, my thoughts suddenly starting to grow louder. What am I doing? Why am I even 'dating' her? I mean sure I said no labels but we're sure acting like a couple.

Do I like her in that way? No. I know I'm bisexual but i'm definitely leaning more towards boys. So whats the point?

Why can't I get over him? I mean sure, maybe it was because I lo- liked him enough that maybe I wondered if he was it for me. And sure, maybe it's because he was perfect and helped me in ways even I can't understand. And sure maybe because he genuinely made me the happiest I've ever been,

But surely I should be able to move on sooner or later right?

I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as i'm shoved into the wall behind me. I scowl and look forward, only to see an equally annoyed abby glaring at me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" She laughs and looks around. "I could ask you the same thing Daniels. Unlike the rest of this school, i'm not scared of you and wanted to show you that."

I groan and shove her hands off me. "Okay, message received, now you can fuck off." I start to walk away before I feel her hand grab my wrist.

She has a surprisingly strong grip for someone her size.

"Oh no, me and you are gonna talk. Now." I look at her and think before slowly nodding in agreement.

If there's one thing I know about Abby it's that she's persistent. If not now then definitely later, so may as well be now.

She pulls my arm and all but drags me into a nearby storage room before locking the door.

She turns around and pulls out a small compact mirror and smiles before she starts applying some lipgloss.

I sigh. "Why am I here?" She rolls her eyes, not even sparing me a look. "Shut up." I raise my hand in defence and sit on the edge of the cupboard.

I wait in silence, slowly getting lost in my own thoughts before snapped out of them by the sound of her clicking her mirror closed.

"You're so dumb." I frown. "What?"

She takes a deep breath and narrows her eyes at me. "You actually believe Oscar spread all of that about you? And you're truly willing to throw away your relationship over it? Are you fucking joking?"

I shrug and cross my arms causing her to dramatically groan. "Stop with the mysterious bad boy act Luke. Why can't you just realise it wasn't Oscar." I scoff. "It was Abby, I've heard a voice recording. Even if everyones stopped talking about it and i'm over the whole thing, I don't want to date someone who would blatantly go behind my back like that."

"Are you that fucking dumb to realise how easy it is to edit someones voice to sound like another? And- okay he- he wasn't at the bakery, he was with me." I pause, confusion settling over my mind.