Impulse [luke hemmings]

Chapter 3

I walk through the front door of the tea shop and instantly smell the familiar scent of hot tea. I look up at Chelsea, the owner, and smile quickly before heading upstairs.

I walk into the library and sit down, pulling out my phone and dinner.
I hit the shuffle button, letting it choose a song for me.

Tears on the runway
Issues

I silently tap my foot on the ground, listening to every lyric, while slowly picking at my food.

Once I finish my food, I stand up and walk to one of the shelves, looking through the books until I found one I wanted.
I stuffed the book in my bag, knowing Chelsea wouldn't care if I had it.

I grabbed my bag once again and got my board, heading downstairs.

"Thanks Chelsea." I smiled before walking out.

***

"Aviana, it's 10." My mother spoke through the phone.

"Okay, and?" I question, looking down at my ripped up vans.

"You know your curfew, you come home right this instant." Her voice is slowly getting higher. She never yells at me.

"I'm an adult mom, you can't control every single aspect of my life. Didn't you ever think that I wanted to be alone?" I yelled into the phone

"Don't you think I know that already, ever since Dylan died, all you've done is moped around and wanted to be alone!"

Both ends of the line went silent. I didn't have any words. Only tears in my eyes.

"Avi- honey im sorry. I- I didn't mean that"

"Fuck you." I simply said before hanging up.

I can't believe she brought up him. Dylan.
She knows not to talk about him. But yet she still did it.

I wipe the tears off of my face, trying to get then to stop,but only more come.
I pull my knees up to my chest and sob into my legs. At least no ones in the park. Nothing probably looks more strange than an alone teenage girl crying in the park.

"Hey are you okay?" Spoke too soon.

"Yup. Just peachy." I look up, locking eyes with the familiar blue eyes I saw not too long ago.

We stare at each other for what seems like hours, but only minutes, probably thinking the same thing.

The fuck are you doing here

"It doesn't seem like you're okay." He sits down next to me on the bench, holding the eye contact.

"Well it's nothing. So you can go now." I glare.

He sighs, putting his arm on the back of the bench.

"Well. I'm Luke."

"And I'm none of your business."
He chuckled before setting a piece of paper down on my lap.

"Message me if you need someone to talk to." He says before standing up and walking down the street.

What the hell just happened?