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Chapter 15

"This is Nezbit." Luke said to Zayn.

He very awkwardly nodded, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Hi." He nodded towards me.

I smiled at him and looked to Luke.

"You guys ready to got to the Castle?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, totally." Luke agreed.

~*~

When we left the castle, Zayn took us to his favourite place to eat. There he ordered himself two slices of pizza and a couple bread sticks, while Luke and I both ordered burgers with our own selected toppings, and we both shared a large fry.

"So," Zayn said after taking a swig of his drink. "Did you enjoy America, mate?" He said to Luke.

"Eh," Luke shrugged. "It wasn't all that fantastic. The only really good thing I found there was Nezbit of course."

I smiled when he said it. I continued to stare up at him in awe, hoping that he would continue to speak of me.

"Everything there" he continued, "Was so annoying though. Including her!"

My mouth dropped while he chucked and ate another fry. I poked his cheek and Zayn snickered himself, but continued the conversation.

"And as for you Nezbit, how are you enjoying it here?" He asked me.

"Well we've only been her for two days, but so far I like it." I nodded.

"And do you enjoy the company of Luke?"

I looked at Luke once more. He barely smiled towards me with a soft stare. I had to force myself out of the daydream I was in, just looking into his eyes.

"No." I replied. "He's annoying."

Luke chuckled before putting another frenchfry mouth and.saying, "Okay."

Zayn also snickered looking at both Luke and I, then continued his meal.

~*~

Luke's POV

It was late now, and Nezbit was in the shower.

I had decided that I wasn't going to force her to convert to my strange sleeping schedule, not again. On top of that, for next couple days at least, we're going to have to live by the schedule of my friends anyways. That is if we want to see things around the UK.

Zayn and I were in his spare bedroom, making up the bed.

Zayn cleared his throat before he spoke. "She's cute."

"Nezbit? Yeah, she's pretty great. Now, she's like my right arm." I said. "Before I thought ragnas were all mean." I chuckled.

"I'm English, mate."

"So?"

"So what the hell is a ragna?"

I roll my eyes before answering. "Red head."

I hate having to explain things.

"Ah." Zayn nodded. "You like her." He stated in a matter-of-a-fact voice.

"Well of course, other wise I wouldn't put up with her."

"Yeah. But you really like her."

I stopped tucking the sheets under the mattress and starred at him, although, he only continued.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm not stupid." He insisted.

"She's fifteen!"