Always M.C.

Chapter Seven

I sat on my couch eating pizza, Mikey's favorite. It was peperoni, Luke's favorite. The thought of those two made me sick to my stomach and I put the slice back onto my plate and sat back to watch the tv. I grabbed the nearest blanket and pulled it over me, getting comfy. "Sweetie?" my mother called. It wasn't like her to call me sweetie, or anything besides, Scarlett, my name.

"Yeah?"

"Scarlett, can you come in the kitchen?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah sure mom."I didn't bother to pause the movie I was watching, my mother was acting strange. I'm not even sure why she was home.

"Where's Michael been?" she looked up at me. My eyes shot open, that was the last thing I expected her to say. She was dressed in all black, like normal. Black pinstrips, buisness woman attire. If I didn't know any better I would think she's trying to get me to sign a contract or something. 

"Uh, yeah I don't know. You know I'm so busy with school, and I've been hanging out with Luke a lot-" I rushed to make up as many excuses as possible.

"Mrs. Clifford says he isn't doing so well. He won't leave his room and she's been wondering where you have been. She thought I was helding you captive or something." she chuckled, making her wrinkles a lot more visable.

"If you knew why would you ask?" I snapped, not wanting to talk about him.

"Did you guys get in a fight or something?" She remained calm. Which was pretty unusual of her.

"No!" I bit. "And even if we did, it's none of your buisness." I had no idea why I was being so mean. She seriously just infuriated me. 

"Well, I was just thinking maybe you could, you know, stop by and.. Check up on him." she slowed her words, noticing the anger in my eyes. She was not the one to back down from me. She fought fire with fire, but today was different. I swore there was probably smoke pouring out of my ears by the way she was looking at me.

"No." I said so coldly, I couldn't even tell if it was my own voice. "No." I repeated, louder this time. "No! No! No! No! No! No! No!" I screamed stomping away to my room. I slammed my door as hard as I possibly could, I was losing it. I was seriously losing it. I truly wasn't even this angry about it. I really wasn't. My mouth was more angry than my mind was. Or maybe my mind was angry and my heart was broken.

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"Luke stop!" I gasped for air.

"Never!" he yelled continuing to tickle me furiously. He suddenly stopped and put his lips on my neck. Images of Michael flashed through my mind. His soft lips kissed and pecked my neck and I ignored the thoughts of Michael. I liked this Luke. He gently started to nip and lick my neck, giving me a hickey.

"Luke," I gasped. "Luke." my voice cracked. He hummed at the mention of my name. I opened my eyes, not even noticing they were closed. For some reason I didn't expect to see Luke's blue walls. I'm not sure what I was expecting. It shocked me a bit until I realized where I was. 

Luke's hands started to wander. The started at my ripcage, slowly moving down my sides. He held me tight, soaking up every inch of me. He stopped at the bottom of my shirt and pulled at it, asking for permission. I sat up from my previous position, which was on my back with Luke on top. I allowed him to slip my blue v-neck over my head and he threw it across the room. He did the same with his shirt and we went back to laying down. He kissed down to the valley between my breasts and left a hot line with his tongue, back up to my neck. He blew on the line making it cold and I tensed up, getting the chills. I felt Luke lower back down to me, closing the gap between us. "Luke," I breathed.

He looked up at me for about two seconds before looking down. Past my boobs and at my stomach, at his stomach. "Luke you okay?" I pushed him up and we sat on his bed both staring at the sheets. I looked up at him and discovered the look of guilt displayed on his face. "Luke?" He looked back down at the sheets. His expression changed to a blank, meaningless one. "Luke? You there?" I waved my hand infront of his face. "Luke?" I stared into his blue eyes, hoping for an answer. I lifted his chin up with my fingers like he had done to me a thousand words. "Luke look at me." I pushed. "Look at me." my voice was stern now. He looked at me and his guilt was unbearable. "Luke what did you do?" He pushed me down and kissed my stomach gently laying in between my legs. "Luke? What are you doing?" I was confuesed and pretty angry. 

He got up and walked over to our shirts, picking them up and tossing mine to me. I pulled it over my head and straightened it out as I saw Luke do the same. He came and sat on the bed and looked up at me with the same guilty face. "Luke what did you do?" 

"Lay with me." he whispered. I didn't talk I just layed down and Luke layed next to me. I put my head  on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was going a milion miles an hour but I didn't mind. I pulled his duvet up as far as I could and closed my eyes. I didn't want to ask anymore questions, I just wanted to be safe. And with that thought, Luke pulled his arm protectivley around my waist and kissed my temple. "Goodnight baby." he spoke gently. We kind of just layed there. It was nice, it wasn't perfect though. It could've been perfect. It just wasn't. It was the right mood, right place, right time, but it wasn't the right boy. And I didn't love him.

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT SCARLETT YOU'RE CRAZY. SLAMMING DOORS AND KISSING BOYS YOU'RE WILD