"You're actually upset right now? Look at everything the world has given you, Luke."
"And that's great, but I'd rather have you."
• the story before "count on me" by sircalyum • book 1
// smut included //
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SATURDAY NIGHT. I peered over at the clock on my wall as I laid on my bed, completely ready and waiting for Luke to come pick me up. It was already past the time Luke said he'd be here and I hadn't heard from him in almost an hour. I got off my bed slowly and went to my full length mirror to give myself a glance.
I was wearing a top that I didn't even remember buying—but I was glad that I had because I felt good in it. It was a black lace bodysuit with a deep plunge—which could easily be worn as lingerie. I paired it with a high waisted black leather skirt that I had bought recently and was happy that it looked so good on me.
It was too bad that I was fifteen minutes from being officially stood up.
I decided to take my black boots off for the time being—even if Luke showed up in the next minute, I wouldn't mind having a small break from wearing them. I walked back to my bed and grabbed my phone to see that Luke still hadn't replied to my two texts from the last thirty minutes, asking about when he'd be on his way.
I knew that he could have easily gotten tied up with something, so I was trying not to worry. That also made me want to stray from annoying him with more texts.
Normally I'd just busy myself by annoying Madalyn, but her and Howie had left thirty minutes before to go out with Jenna and Danny.
I decided that waiting around wasn't going to do anything but make me more impatient, so I got up from my bed for the second time as I grabbed my phone and headed for the kitchen. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer—I swiftly opened it on the bottle opener that we had on the side of our fridge and took a drink. I walked away from the fridge and sat myself at the island in our kitchen, bringing my phone close to my face as I started to scroll through Twitter.
I had been getting mentions about the article all day long. Some were sweet, some were mean, but most of them were purely about how the article proved that something must have happened between Luke and me, or that something is still happening. It was almost fun to watch some of the fans work as detectives to find out what the truth was, and I couldn't help but feel as though I had given them an incredible piece of evidence against my better judgement.
I still couldn't believe that I had been so blind to what I had written. But then I think about everyone else in my life who had read it—can they not see what I published into the world? Maybe I was just freaking myself out—after all, Luke didn't seem to mind it or think that it was some deep love letter.
I saw a thread of a girl analyzing certain lines of the article and what she believed they meant. After reading through the thread, I was getting worried about how smart these people were. It's almost as if they knew me.
