Daisy (lashton)

Chapter 25

Luke was having what he would probably describe as the worst week of his life. Not only had he been called out by his art history professor for showing up to class five minutes late, but he had also managed to spill coffee all over his black and white photography proofs that were due at the end of the month. If that wasn't bad enough, he had been sleeping terribly since he realized his feelings for Ashton stemmed further then just another hookup, and despite the voice in his head begging him to text Ashton back, he didn't.

When Wednesday rolled around, Luke was nearly at his wits end. Not even screwing Jason in the back of his car in between classes was enough to alleviate the stress he was feeling, and he knew that ignoring Ashton's messages was just making his situation worse, but he couldn't help it. He thought giving himself some space from the man would change his feelings for him, but so far it hadn't.

So by Friday, Luke seriously didn't think his week could get any worse, but once again the universe proved him wrong. He had just gotten out of his digital media discussion when he was called back by Jason.

"Fuck my life." Luke spoke under his breath as he watched his classmates file out of the room, leaving him alone with his twink of a TA.

"Hey, what's up?" Luke spoke casually as he leaned against the desk at the front of the room. He glanced at his watch and stifled a groan. He only had ten minutes to get to his art history lecture before he was chewed out by his professor, again.

"Hey, Luke," Jason nervously scratched at the back of his neck and Luke couldn't help but roll his eyes. Even after a couple month of fucking around, the older man was still nervous around him. Luke couldn't help but be annoyed and think that Ashton would never put up this faux innocent act around him. "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to catch a movie later or something? That movie Pasolini is playing at the student center later and I just thought we could go together and then maybe go back to my place?"

As if Luke's day couldn't get any worse.

"No."

Jason furrowed his eyebrows, a look of hurt flashing across his features that Luke really didn't want to deal with right now.

"No?"

Luke shrugged, sighing as he crossed his arms and leaned against the desk. "Look, Jason, you're fun. What we do is fun. But I don't date."

Jason looked confused and shocked and Luke rolled his eyes.

"You... don't date? Like... at all? I thought that was just a line."

Luke shrugged, not understanding why it was such a hard concept for people to grasp. After all, it wasn't his first time having to explain it to someone he was hooking up with, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.

"No, Jason, I don't. I don't see the point, and don't try to 'convince' me I'm wrong or whatever, because you wouldn't be the first person to try. It won't work, so can we just drop it?" Luke knew he was being an asshole, but in his experience, it was the only way to get his point across.

"Yeah, fine, Luke whatever." Jason scoffed as he threw his teaching supplies into his satchel and tossed it over his shoulder. "You're a real piece of work, has anyone ever told you that? See you in lecture." He breezed past Luke without a second glance, and Luke sighed as he rolled his eyes and checked his watch.

"Fucking fantastic." Luke sighed as he raced across campus, pulling open the lecture hall doors three minutes late and falling into the first open seat he saw.

"Glad you could join us today, Mr. Hemmings." His professor quipped without even turning around from writing on the chalkboard, and Luke threw his head back in exhaustion, not even bothering to pull out a notebook as his professor continued to drone on about the neoclassical movement of the 18th Century.