vanilla // lrh

six

My body ached with desire as I felt a cold, strong, hand, slide up my dress.

Shivers ran down my spine, both from the bitter chill of his hand, and lust.

I opened my eyes gently, and saw him staring at me, his eyes a flourescent blue. They almost glowed at me like glowsticks in the dark.

With a quick lick of his lip, he smiled at me,

"Luke," I breathed, but suddenly the scene fell slowly, and was returned by black.

And then my eyes shot open.

I was in a large bed, the room was dim, and I could smell Michael's scent throughout the air. I turned my head to the side, noting that only the desk lamp to my left was on.

My ears were filled with sweet humming of an unfamiliar tune, as I sat up slightly, and saw a broad frame at the work desk directly in front of me.

Just then the humming stopped, as I assume he heard me sit up from the bed.

"Finally awake, huh?" The husky voice that haunted me rang, not turning from the desk. He had a pen in his right hand, not stopping his writing to speak to me.

"Is this Michael's room?" I asked, trying to ignore that fact that it was Luke who was alone in the room with me, the boy who just yelled at me in the hallway, the boy I just had a wet dream about.

"Yeah." He spoke quickly.

"Why am I in here? Why are you?"

He sat his pencil down, and swiveled the desk chair to face me.

He had his black frames wrapped around his eyes, a cozy grey t shirt snug around his broad frame.

He crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned back in the chair.

Even though I could feel his eyes searching for mine, I did my best to avoid eye contact, fixating on my twiddling fingers that lay in my lap.

"You got into some trouble or something," he started, then interrupted himself by sharply changing his tone.

"Look at me when I talk to you."

My eyes slowly raised up to his, who were soft, not filled with whatever anger had possessed them in the hallway.

"You drank something with roofie in it and passed out. Michael brought you in here with me so no one would try to touch you or whatever."

"Why are you in here?" I spoke, my voice slightly cracking, barely above a whisper.

"School," he explained quickly.

"Why come to a party if you have schoolwork to do, why not just stay home?"

He was so mad that Ashton threw a party while he was trying to work, but if Ashton was at Michael's party, then why wouldn't Luke just stay home alone in the quiet to work?

"I don't like to be alone." He said gently, his demeanor flashing a more gentle side, but that didn't last long, as he scoffed it off and turned back around.

"Can you go back to sleep and stop asking so many damn questions?" He demanded, the tenderness that I noticed in his previous comment disappearing completely, almost as if it never even happened.

"You can come to my place and work if you want," I said, biting my tongue in fear of what rude comment he would spring back at me. "I live just right next door, it'd be nice and quiet."

"Why would I want to go anywhere with you?" He hollared. "We aren't friends."

"I was just-Nevermind."

I gave up trying to be nice to him, whether I was or wasn't wouldn't make a difference, he was always so cold.

I stood from the bed, grabbing my phone from the night stand.

3:54 A.M

I headed toward to door, until I was interrupted.

"Promise you wont talk to me?"

"What?"

"If I come over, can it just be silent? No talking or asking stupid ass questions?"

I nodded, beginning to regret my decision of inviting him over in the first place. I didn't think I could handle anymore bullets from the gun of his words.

He gathered his books, and the two of us stepped out of the bedroom, the chaos that I remembered from earlier had mostly faded. Most people were passed out on the floor, or couches, some couples making out in different spots around the place.

We stepped over the bodies on the floor, making our way out the door and quickly into my apartment.

"Not bad of a place," He noted, as he slipped his shoes off. I was suprised he even had the courtesy to take them off.

As he requested I didn't say anything, although by his scoff I could tell he was expecting me to.

For the first time in my life, I walked off to my bedroom alone, leaving the boy I had brought home to himself.

I shut the door behind me, sighing, and quickly tying my hair into a ponytail.

Why was he constantly so rude?

I couldn't help but feel guilty for telling Mia that he was vanilla in bed, but he was the one who was an ass first, and instead of being the bigger person he just continued to add fuel to the fire.

I crawled into bed alone, slipping off my dress underneath the covers.

After tonight I never planned on seeing him again. I barely knew him, and he filled up way too much of my thoughts. I can't let my brain dwell constantly over a boy that simply isn't worth my time.

He was like my brain's guilty pleasure, always hiding in the corners of my thoughts waiting to crawl out. Not only did I constantly think about how utterly rude he was, but I thought about his hands, his teeth tugging at his lip, the way his frame toward over me.

And just then I thought of the tenderness in his voice when he confessed that he didn't like to be alone. Was his softness genuine? Or was he trying to get me to sympathize with him so that he could snark another nasty comment at me?

I glanced over at my alarm clock, which now read 5:51. How had I been laying in bed thinking about a boy I didn't know for so long? Each sentence he spoke echoed over and over again, until my curiosity got the best of me, and I sprung up from my bed.

I quietly opened my door, peering out into the living room, and seeing his long body sprawled across the couch, his legs hanging off due to his enormous height.

I tiptoed closer to him, noticing dozens of papers scattered across my coffee table. As I grew closer I began to hear him gently snoring, and I quickly dismissed myself from thinking about how charming I found his snores.

I leaned closer to his papers, noticing one in particular, that was not schoolwork.

At the top, in big numbers it wrote:

10/20/17

Beneath it was a page full of words, I quickly scanned over it, noting a schedule at the bottom:

-Read
-Pills
-Psych
-Boxing
-New Chords
-Attend stupid party

I flipped the page over, and on it I found words in lines that looked to be poems, but before i got the chance to read, my heart stopped beating by a loud

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

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