Undercover Lover (Finished)

Part 10

   He looks at me with a frown on his face, head tilted to one side. I wish I could just sock him one for dragging me down here in the morning when I could still be sleeping. "So?" I ask as we get outside, the brisk air waking up the part of me that was still asleep. He stops abruptly and faces me, squinting his eyes as if to try and read my expression, so I keep it blank. 

"I need your assistance."

"You need my assistance? And what could the might pukey want my humble assistance with?" I ask him sarcastically. 

"Well every year the seniors arrange the leaving ball, it's a very big event as I'm sure you'll be aware." he says, pausing to look at me. Thankfully, I've done some background research and I smile.

"Only the biggest thing going around, information on that night is like hot cakes, isn't it?" I reply, apparently surprising him if his facial expression is anything to go by.

"Yes. And four senior pairings are chosen to help organise the event."

"That's lovely, what does that have to do with my being outside on a freezing september morning, freezing my ass off?" I ask him bluntly. 

"We are going to be one of those pairs."

"Why are you so eager to be one?" I ask. Being one of the pairs would have it's pros and it's cons. For instance I'd be infinitely closer to this punk, maybe even having to meet up with him every so often. And as we're allowed home on the weekends this could be a prime opportunity to do some snooping. On the other hand I would become known to everyone and Harriet's hatred for me would probably increase ten fold. 

"My eagerness doesn't need to be explained." he replies.

"I think it does, actually." 

"So you don't want to do this then?" he asks me simply.

"I never said that I didn't want to, I merely want to know why it's so important to you." 

"I don't feel that it's necessary for me to tell you that." he sneers.

"I feel that it is, seeing as you need my help." I retort, causing his nostrils to flare up. 

"You can not address me like-"

"Think you'll find I just did." I say sassily. He takes a deep breath in and shakes his head. Then he does something I didn't see coming, he grins. Taken a back a little I frown at this response, causing him to laugh. Wow this guy is crazier than I thought he was. "What is wrong with you?"

"No one has ever spoken to me like that before."

"And that's…funny?" I ask him, completely confused. 

"It's quite humorous, yes." 

"Riiiiight." I mumble, edging away from him a little. 

"So will you do it then?"

"Will you give me a reason?" I ask him, narrowing my eyes a little. He sighs and shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking back to the school. I follow him with my eyes, puzzled at the entity that is Luke Davidson. 

   "Right class, put your goggles on we are titrating today." says Mr.Greggory, a small smile on his face. I pull my goggles on my head, resisting the urge to roll my eyes and tell him that I've been doing titrations since I was tiny. My father was an avid chemist. Well, he was an avid scientist. 

"Don't go worrying about your nails now, will you? I'll make sure you don't get any chemicals on them." pukey says in a patronising voice. I scowl at him and sneer.