↳LUKA
School ended with my head still swirling nonstop with questions. His touch still lingers all over my body. It felt as if his hands were still there. With the memory still freshly implanted in my mind I couldn't help but feel my cheeks warm up. "Luka, come on already, my dad's gonna leave us if we don't hurry," Jun nudges me back to reality.
I packed up my things quickly before matching up with Jun's pace. "You know, you don't always have to send me back after this. Your house is far from mine s–" He brings his index finger onto my lips, shushing me. "Didn't I tell you that I don't trust having you walk back home on your own?" I sighed before smiling sheepishly.
I couldn't express my gratitude towards Jun. He'd always be by my side no matter the situation. I grinned before slinging my arm around his shoulder like I would always do. Once we were out from the school, I could immediately spot Jun's car in front of the school. And so did everyone to be honest.
Jun comes from a really wealthy family, so his car was pretty much eye-catching and–what was the word?–Right, pricey. Not only was he wealthy but was also gifted with the looks of an ancient Greek God. So no one would be shocked to see his parents equally attractive as he is.
I felt out of place, feeling all eyes stare at me and Jun–some even looking at his father. Jun didn't seem to care much for all the attention he got. He was probably used to it by now. We were finally in the car, me, sighing once I was seated on the leather seat. I greeted his father as Jun went in the car, sitting beside me. "How was school, Luka?"
Upon hearing his words, the events earlier today with the so-called-guy Zagan pops back to my mind as my lips turns into a straight line. "It was good. Nothing much really happened," Jun's father nods before turning his attention back to the road. I started fiddling with my fingers, anxiously trying to stop thinking about the events earlier today.
"Hey," Jun places his hand on mine to stop me from fiddling them. "What's wrong?" I shook my head before intertwining our hands together. He seems taken aback by my actions as his cheeks reddens.
"You're lying. You only fiddle with your fingers when you have something in your mind. And you've been fiddling with them since morning," He mumbles out.
"It's just a habit Jun. Don't worry about it, really," I replied before giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He gave me a doubting look only as a response. "Hey, do you really not know anything about that Zagan guy?" I hesitantly shook my head. "Yea, I don't know him at all," Jun sighs before bringing his other hand up to pat my head. "Okay, then. Just stay away from him from now on,"
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I thanked Jun and his father before biding them goodbye once I was finally at my house. I lived in a small apartment which was nothing compared to Jun's absurdly huge mansion. But still, it was home. I unlocked my door, slipping in before quickly locking it back. I dropped my bag somewhere on the floor, not minding my books scattering out, before approaching my bed and face planting myself onto it. I was too lazy to even move a muscle by now, after feeling the soft comfortable sheets against me.
I let out a long satisfied sigh finally feeling my muscles relax after a long day. At this point I might not even take a shower because I could already feel myself drifting off into my dreamland. But–My body instantly froze after feeling the edge of my bed sinking in. Almost like someone sat there. I cursed in my mind, panicking.
I'm sure I locked the door earlier.
I bit my lips, hoping whoever was sitting at the edge of my bed was thinking I was sleeping. Hell, it might even be a ghost but I couldn't be so sure about that. My whole body jumps in shock after feeling a hand touching the back of my thigh. I gripped onto my pillow, anxiety slowly seeping through my chest.
