“For the hundredth time, stop bothering me Hemmings.” I tried to walk faster to get away from him, but I obviously wasn’t fit enough to out walk him.
“C’mon Y/N, just one date.” He tried to get in front of me, to stop me from walking away. I avoided eye contact as much as possible.
“When will you get it through your head Luke? I’m not going to go out with you.” I gave a sideways glance to the people who were staring at us. It was quite the sight, the shy girl with the popular boy.
“Is it that you don’t want to go out with me or that you can’t go out with me?” He sighed and tried to pull me closer to him, only causing me to back up.
“Luke…” It was times like these when I felt myself giving into him.
“How many times do I have to tell you this? I don’t care what people think. I did something stupid a while ago and let you get away, I know that. But please Y/N, can you hear me out? I really really like you. And I just want you to admit you still like me too.” By now he held your hands and stared at you pleadingly.
When you stared down at your hands in his you pulled them away, worriedly looking to your sides just in case someone saw you two.
“Luke… I wouldn’t want to ruin your precious reputation.” I mumbled and pushed past him. I was glad he didn’t follow me out.
I got by the rest of the week without any confrontation from Luke. I did like him, a lot. But he had hurt me before I didn’t want to go through that all over again. But on Friday I got a surprise.
Last period was finished and I was on my way to my locker. My eyes widened when I laid eyes on Luke who was leaning against my locker with a rose in his hand.
“What the hell is wrong with you Hemmings?” I hissed at him, pulling him away from my locker. I planned to pull him away somewhere quiet where the people currently staring didn’t see.
He shrugged me off and frowned. “I don’t care.”
I scoffed, “I clearly got that from-“
“No I mean I don’t care what people think. Don’t try to take me away. I want people to stare. I want people to know.” He spoke louder, obviously bringing more attention towards us.
“Luke don’t…” I whispered.
“Don’t what, Y/N?” Don’t let people know that I like you? Don’t let them know that I like you more than anything and I don’t give two shits about what they think? Let them know!” He gave everyone a look before speaking again. “Hey everyone! I like Y/N! A lot, and I have for a while. So if anyone’s got a problem, don’t bother doing anything because I don’t care!”
I was too much in shock to stop Luke pulling me towards him slowly. He watched me carefully, waiting for me to push him away. But I didn’t. He took this as a good sign so he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. It was quick but it was enough to have me go red. He brushed his thumb over my cheek and smiled.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that again.” He whispered.
I smiled back at him, “You’re such an idiot.”
“Don’t you think I’ve said it enough Y/N? I don’t care.” He smirked.
I looked down, trying to push out the people in the room and their judgmental looks out of my mind. I surprised Luke and myself when I took the rose out of his hands, put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Maybe I don’t care either.” I whispered on his lips.
“That’s my girl.”
