'Shift' // L.H.

•EIGHT•

This story is pretty shitty so far, hopefully it gets better.

Sorry for another short ass chapter.

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~ALANA~

When the love scene in the movie came on I could practically feel the presence of Luke's smirk.

"He Al, can I call you Al?" Luke said.

I roll my eyes. "No!" I whisper.

"Remember when-"

"Shhhh! Watch the damn movie Hemmings." I groan finally mustering up the energy to push his arm of my shoulders.

To no avail it was right back around me as quickly as it had left.

Damn I'm lazy.

Luke chuckles, "Remember when we had-"

I smack his arm away from me.

"Remember when we had sex."

"We need to talk." I say bitterly, taking his hand and dragging him up to my room.

Luke seems taken back, but quickly regains his cool. He shuts and locks my door.

~LUKE~

Messing with Alana is so fun. She gets worked up over everything. Which makes it easy to get on her nerves for my own entertainment.

"So what is this meeting about, al?"
I scan the room trying to avoid her gaze. That's when I see her computer.

"Luke, I was drunk, you were drunk. I can't remember hardly anything from that night. All I know is that you are toying with my emotions, and you need to fucking stop...." She kept going on and on.

How come I have never noticed how hot Alana is, especially when she cusses.

Wait! Shut the hell up Luke she is a loser. You don't even know her.

I could get to know her.

No shut up Luke, you're an idiot.

Do I like Alana?

You like messing with her.

Ugh what the fuck is wrong with me?!

"Hello? LUKE! Have you even been listening?" She sassily says snapping her fingers in my face.

"Yeah, yeah, of course." I smile sweetly.

"Oh really? What was the last thing I said?"

"Uh-"

"Exactly, you ass, you can't even pay attention when I'm talking to you!" She tells shoving me into the wall.

Damn that was hot.

Wait! What? Get yourself together Luke!

"I said.... We had sex, you are in my house. I know nothing about you. I don't even know who you are!"

I smirk, regaining my cool.

Alright Luke play this like the ass you are.

Make her hate you.

You can't like her. No matter how great she looks when she's yelling at you.

"That's the fun in the mystery, babe."

Babe???

What the fuck Luke? That wasn't playing it cool.

I try avoiding her gaze in this awkward silence I've created.

My eyes find the computer screen. It was turned on and opened to a twitter chat.

I can clearly see her username.

"What are you looking at? That is none of your business!" She gets defensive jumping in front of me to turn of her computer.

I grab her by the waist and smash my lips onto hers.

She was the @flyaway to my @catchinsanity.

I'm knocked out of my thoughts to a smack in the face.

"Why the fuck are you so bipolar?" She questions.

"I-I er." I run out of the room holding my face.

If I thought my life wasn't hard enough, this fucks up everything.

She came and messed up my world.