Why Me? (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 4

(Skylar’s POV)

*Next Morning*

I woke up to the vibration of my phone. I groaned rolling over answering it without looking.

“Hello?” I whispered groggily.

“Hii!” I cringed at Kaytee’s chirpy voice.

 I took the phone away from my ear momentarily to look at the time. 8:13 it read. The fuck? Who wakes up this early on Sunday? I heard her constant rambling when I returned my ear to the speaker. I pretended to listen starting to zone off into a comfortable slumber once again until I heard her call my name. “Skylar?! Hellooo…?”

“Yes? What?”

“Is that okay?” She questioned.

“Yea, yea sure.” I just agreed to god knows what but I couldn’t give two fucks because I was tired as hell and clearly up at the crack of dawn. We said our goodbyes and I fell asleep again into the comfort of my bed.

I woke up what felt like minutes later to the smell of bacon. The scent of always wakes me up. I rolled over grabbing my phone off the side table seeing it was 11:08. Ehh, I’d like to sleep longer but I can’t when there is bacon awaiting my arrival downstairs. I saw some Instagram notifications letting me know I’ve been tagged in some pictures probably from last night.  Ohh last night. Images of Luke flooded my mind. That tall, blue eyed motherfucker. I got a text from Kaytee moments later saying she has a surprise for me. This girl is cray. I ignored the text for now being thankful that I don’t have my “read receipts” on. I answered my stomachs constant grumbling and went downstairs.

“Mornin’ Hun.” My dad said flipping over some bacon in the pan.

“Mornin’ dad”. I replied. I poured myself some coffee and sat down at the table, and started munching on some bacon and pancakes.

“What are our plans today?” I asked just wanting to get this convo over.

“Oh. Well we’re all thinking about going to the Hemmings for a family dinner.” I cringed at the word family.  “Do you remember them? Happens that Delilah knows them as well! Weird huh?” He chuckled to himself sitting across from me at the table.

“No. I don’t remember them. Should I?” I was genuinely confused.

“Ohh, well you were little anyways so I don’t blame ya. They were family friends of ours when you were little. You and their son used be so close until they moved to California for a work promotion. I know they moved to California but I didn’t know where and it turns out Delilah works with Mrs. Hemmings. What a small world!” He looked so happy to have some kind of friend out here.

“Oh! The name sounds familiar…. Maybe I’ll remember when I see them. But in the meantime I wanted to know if I could go to mall with my friends from last night.” I felt bad for asking when I knew how much this dinner meant to him. I could tell he was contemplating his answer.