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𝟐𝟖. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐜𝐤

This chapter is dedicated to -VALNTYYNE for all her support and amazing comments <3 and ^^ Excuse me? Pardon? Ha. ha. Anyway...hi! Hope you haven't given up on this story just yet :P 

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Two days ago

"Thank you, Mrs. O'Connor," Alina smiled, stuffing her notebook and computer into her black backpack.

Her philosophy professor halted her scrubbing of the whiteboard and nodded in acknowledgement, "Have a good rest of your day, Alina."

Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, the 5'3 girl was hardly surprised to see Luke hanging out in the hallway. He waited for her after her class every Thursday with the reasoning that they both had to go to Ketchup's for their shifts at 2:30 p.m anyway.

Yet, Alina knew that his class ended a half an hour before hers did and was on the opposite side of campus. She was sure that his long legs enabled him to reach her philosophy classroom in less than thirty minutes and that he most likely stood around for at least ten minutes.

Moreover, the class ended before one in the afternoon, giving the couple practically an hour and a half before their shifts.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think that he just wanted to spend time with her. Surprise, surprise.

"How was class, sweetheart?" Luke asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side.

Alina couldn't help but blush at the butterflies that filled and swarmed around in her stomach at his thoughtfulness. "Good. How was yours?" She inquired, walking alongside him to the common grounds where there were open patches of pillowy grass to lay out on.

Most of the time, Alina and Luke took an hour before Ketchup's to lounge against an oak tree and either read, listen to music, or simply talk.

"Boring. Our professor told us to read two chapters and take notes on the content," he replied, setting his bag down and beginning to crouch to sit under the tree.

"Yuck."

"I don't understand. What's the point of having us do that in class! Why not at home?" The dirty blond huffed, plopping his head down on Alina's lap as she propped her back against the stout, thick trunk and her backpack.

"Sorry," she soothed, running her fingers through his smooth, yet fairly short hair.

"It's not your fault," Luke brushed off her apology, letting himself relax under her gentle touches.

Admiring the man with his eyes closed eyes, the small girl continued to rake through his hair. She sighed, "I wish that your hair was longer so that I could braid it."

Luke chuckled and cracked an eye open, seeing a kaleidoscope of images and colors: the green leaves canopying the two of them under the branches, Alina's small smile, and her thin sweater that brought out the blue in her twinkling eyes.

"You look weird squinting at me like that. With one eye open," Alina shivered jokingly, feigning pure discomfort.

"Do I now?" He huffed and raised an eyebrow before grabbing a hold of her shoulders and flipping them over so that he was over her.

"Luke!" She squealed at the sudden change, squinting in the sun to look up at him.

Her light brown hair sprawled out in the coarse grass, the man countered, "Why don't I braid your hair?"