The next day I considered what to wear. It wasn't like it mattered; I always wore the same things. I settled on my skinny jeans, knee high boots and a long black t shirt, slicking on some lip gloss and mascara. It was pretty cold out, so I pulled on my trusty puffa coat and slipped my phone into my bag. I picked up a cereal bar on my way out, annoyed I hadn't enough time to make Nutella on toast. I locked my door behind me and walked the fifteen minutes to school, feeling lucky that I didn't live too far away; in good weather it was actually a pleasant walk.
When I reached my locker my vision was blocked by a pair of hands covering my eyes.
A husky voice murmurs in my ear as I whipped around, striking blue eyes inches away from mine.
I put my hands onto his chest, moving him away from me so I could see him better. He wore a soccer jersey, his toned body evident through it. His helmet was in one hand as he ran the other through his jet black hair, whilst he gazed at me.
I turned back to my locker and continued to put my things away, whilst Luke leaned on the locker next to me, frowning at my reaction.
"Am I in trouble? I'm sorry about last night. My cousin has just moved here and my parents insisted on having them over for dinner- then we ended up going for a little tour around the town."
He frowned, blowing his jet black hair out of his eyes.
"Fucking pointless really- he upped and left- apparently he needed a smoke. But then he never came back." He rolled his eyes, before focusing on me. "Anyway, do you forgive me?"
I sighed, his puppy dog eyes looking at me with mock sadness.
"Yes, but you can make it up to me later."
I kissed his lips softly as his eyes lit up.
"That's a deal, right there. Gotta run babe, I'll see you at lunch yeah?'
He winked at me as he walked in the direction of the gym. I grabbed my drink from my locker and opened it for a quick sip before class, forgetting to open it slowly- meaning I was covered in Lucozade. Luckily the hallway was quiet with everyone in class, so I made my way to the toilets to clean up as best as I could. Is there anything worse than being covered in sticky orange soda? I grimace as I come out, still brushing my clothes down with the paper towels. I hurried along, trying to not be too late for class. I looked behind me to make sure I hadn't made too much of a mess near the locker. The janitor was a freak and I really wouldn't want to give him a reason to speak to me if I could avoid it. I turned back and walked straight into a hard chest.
"Shit!" I mutter as I look up in horror.
"I am starting to think you are making a habit of this Raven."
His voice had a Brooklyn accent, ever so faintly, but it was there. He looked amused as I stood back, glaring at him. His eyes twinkled and a smile played on his full, sexy lips.
I shook myself mentally.
"Raven? My name is Gretchen," I retort as I step back, feeling more in control the further away from him I got.
He held his hands up in mock surrender as he chuckled softly, my skin tingling in response.
"Yeah, ok doll. Either way that's the second time you've thrown yourself at me. It's getting a little embarrassing; for you, not me."
He smirked as he glanced down the corridor.
What the fuck?
I was furious.
"Excuse me? I have NOT thrown myself at you, you jerk."
I picked up my bag and stormed past him, hearing him laugh as I walked away, his delicious scent enveloping the air around me.
"Hey Raven, where's the Gym?" he called after me.
I turned to face him, trying to ignore the butterflies that were fluttering through my stomach like a tornado.
"Down there," I point behind him with my finger, before adding through gritted teeth, "and it's GRETCHEN."
He clearly hadn't heard the last bit, as I watched him turn the corner. Why did I even respond to Raven?! I groan, walking back to class, trying to avoid the way my heart was racing.
By lunch I was starting to feel drained. I sat on a table with Rosie, Ethan and Sienna and unwrapped my turkey sandwich.
"Looks like someone isn't happy," Rosie muttered as she nodded over to the corner of the canteen where Krystal was having a heated conversation with Luke. She was showing her phone to him and he had his hands up as he seemed to say he was sorry. As she left Luke grabbed her arm and went after her. I frowned and stood up to follow them.
"G? You want me to come with you?"
Rosie stood and looked at me worriedly.
"No babes, I'm cool. Back in a minute," I say airily, sending her a grateful smile.
I pushed the canteen doors open and saw Krystal and Luke whispering furiously at each other.
"Is everything ok?"
I stood with my arms folded as Krystal rolled her heavily made up eyes in my direction.
"Off to Mommy, baby boy," she said in an annoying sing-song voice, before she stormed through the double doors.
Luke turned to face me.
"Hey baby, sorry about that."
He looked super cute today I noticed, but that wasn't the point. He pulled me over to him.
"She isn't happy that she didn't get captain of the cheerleading team. She seemed to think I could do something about it- How could I?!"
Luke was the captain of the football team and therefore the cheerleaders seemed to believe he was theirs to order about and make demands from. I lean forward and pulled him towards me to kiss his soft lips. He slid his arms around me as our kiss deepened, his tongue exploring my mouth as I ran my fingers down his back. I pulled away then kissed him again as he groaned.
"Babe you're divine, you know that? Shall we skip the rest of school and go for a drive..."
He winked at me suggestively as I swatted his arm.
"Are you free on Saturday? Another family meal I'm afraid. This time you are invited."
He pulled me towards him, kissing my neck as he did.
"You can stay in my room, all night if you want..."