Wicked Temptation / l.h ✔️

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~Delilah's POV~

Over the next two weeks, Luke continued to drive me to and from school. Even though we'd promised to put it all behind us, I had sort of been hoping he and I could become friends. However, I had come to realize once again that he did not want that. The car rides were always quiet and awkward, filled with a silence that I never knew how to break. He didn't want to talk to me in the first place.

He definitely still hates me. Like he said, he's just trying to keep it civil.

I sighed softly as I walked through the hallway after Luke dropped me off at home, my backpack jostling around on my back while I walked. My bedroom door creaked softly when I pushed it open and entered my room, leaving my bag on the floor by the wall. I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my outfit I'd worn to school, changing into a comfy pair of red silk pajama pants and a matching silky cropped tank top that had the words sweet and sour over the chest. It was comfy, and I felt even more comfy when I flopped into my bed, curling up on my blankets.

My back popped as I stretched my limbs out and rolled around on my bed, sighing in content at the relief it brought my body. I sat up and grabbed my phone from out of the pocket of my jeans on the floor, not surprised to see that I had a text message waiting to be read. It was sent five minutes ago, when I'd been too busy rolling around and cuddling up my blankets to remember my phone. I'd been expecting that it would be from one of my friends, but I didn't recognize the number. After I read the message I huffed and called Tate, pouting to myself as the line rang for a couple of times.

Right as I thought there'd be no answer, Tate picked up my FaceTime call and his face appeared on my screen. He immediately noticed my pouty, upset expression and his eyes widened. "I can explain!" He exclaimed instantly, and that told me he knew exactly what I was calling for. "Look, he was asking me for your number and he just wouldn't shut up about it, okay? I tried to get him to ask you himself, but he's just a pussy behind that tough guy act." Tate said, causing me to huff.

"You didn't even ask if I was okay with it." I pouted, and Tate sent me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Dell. Luke always brings you to school and drives you home, so I thought you'd be fine with it. I mean, you're friends, right?" He smiled, and I felt my mood deflate as I gently shook my head.

"He totally hates me, Tate. Apparently I'm too immature and too much of a square. But I guess he's being forced to drive me, so he's just trying to keep it civil between us. He doesn't want to even be friends, even though I've tried." I vented without meaning to, hoping that he didn't mind my sudden dump of my problems on him. It probably didn't even count as a problem, but it had genuinely been stressing me out because I'm not used to guys like him. I keep to myself, so I've never had anyone hate me before now, and I'm realizing I don't like it.

"Maybe you should just give it time. Try to slowly wedge your way in." He said, and I frowned as I shrugged softly. I didn't know how to do that sort of thing at all. "When did you give him my number?" I asked quietly, and he hummed, shrugging. "Yesterday in PE, I think. In the locker room before school ended." He answered, making me pout. I opened my mouth to reply when I heard a series of knocks from the front door, making me huff as I looked up. "Dang it. I've gotta go, Tate. Someone's knocking at the door." I said, the two of us exchanging our goodbyes before I hung up.

I got up and headed to the front door, being thoughtless enough that I didn't even bother to look to see who was out on the porch before I opened the door. It was a very dumb move of me, but I did it still.

To my surprise, Luke was stood there, staring down at me with a frown on his face. "Luke?" I asked, blinking in surprise. He had just been texting me and now he was right here in front of me. His blue eyes scanned up the length of my exposed figure, brows raising with interest at my choice in pajamas. I knew he was judging them, making me frown. "Is something wrong with my pajamas?" I asked, furrowing my brows curiously as I looked down at myself. I thought they were cute, but yet they were also comfy. It was the perfect mix!