She wore a red t-shirt, jeans, and black boots. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. I noticed that she stopped wearing blue clothes and dyed her hair a brownish black ombre.
"I haven't seen you at lunch today," Cole said.
Her tone was a little bit sad.
"Sorry about that," I said, not looking at her.
"I was just caught up with some schoolwork."
"You weren't in the hallways, classes, and even in the gymnasium." Cole replied.
"Were you sick or something?"
"Yes," I lied.
I was grateful Cole changed the subject.
"What's the address of the hospital?" Cole asked.
After I told her, Cole's eyes widened.
"That's next to my dance studio."
"What time does the nursery or hospital open?" I asked.
"It opens every twenty four hours," she explains.
"That's good," I exclaimed.
Cole took a sharp turn and drove straight. She swept her bangs out her eyes and stared at the road. She looked like she was about to ask me something.
"Hey Luke," Cole began softly.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked.
Cole stopped at a stoplight then rested her back against her chair.
"Yes," I answered truthfully.
"Why do you ask?" Cole thought about it for a moment.
"Because," she sighed. "I overheard you, Seth, and Josh talking about me."
I blushed at this.
"Oh," I answered softly.
"Also, I have some feelings regarding to someone." Cole added.
Zach.
"Do you ever wonder if you like someone and you don't know if you like this person back?"
I glanced at Cole then swallowed a gulp.
It was kind of like that when I first met Madison until she turns out to be spoiled.
"I did," I admitted.
"Since the moment I met Madison, she was understanding and nice. I wanted to tell her how I feel, but I didn't know how would she react."
Cole leaned a bit closer.
For a minute, I could smell her vanilla bean perfume.
"So, what did you do?" she asked.
"I walked up to her," I explained.
"I told her how I felt, how we should get together sometime, all that mushy stuff."
"I never knew that you were the romantic type of guy," Cole giggled.
I blushed fiercely.
"Does this have to do with Zach?" I asked.
"No," she lied.
I gave her look.
"You wear different clothes now," I observed.
"You dyed your hair, and you are wearing actual perfume."
YOU ARE READING
Captured: Luke's Perspective (Book Three)
Mystery / ThrillerWhen things were getting back to normal, an wealthy elderly man named Alexander Hilton seeks Cole's and Luke's help finding the 1970s murder of his wife. But with Cole training for her dance competition, Luke is on his own. With the occasional help...
