"Cearra!" Julia waved her hand in the air, standing on her tip toes to be noticed.

The girls didn't even look up. The bell rang while Julia waded through the crowd, trying to reach them. The commotion picked up and she had to move more aggressively. LUCKY started to walk to their first class.

"Cearra!" Julia called out again, this time a bit more desperately.

Cearra finally looked up. She had a fierce purple lip and gold, leopard print outfit (photo above). "Nice seeing you, J. We'll catch up later, ok? Sit with us at lunch."

The golden ticket. Julia and I usually sat alone on the bleachers at lunchtime. But it looks like I'll be flying solo today. I was happy for Julia. She shouldn't have had to lose her friends when my ex broke up with me.

Speaking of my social life, everyone stayed away from me. My hair was frizzy from the wind, my face red from the exhaustion. I had sweat patches on my shirt and I had rolled into school on a kid's bike. Epitome of uncool.

I couldn't help but think of the boy who dominated the opposite end of the spectrum. Luke Dawson was a senior now – and his every move was worshiped. The way people talked about him, it was like he ruled the school.

**

The lunch line was long. I stood there behind two girls gossiping about boys. 

"Did you see what Austin Taylor posted last week?"

"Obvi I did. He and Luke looked so hot. Where were they though? It looked like a cottage from Hansel and Gretel."

"Summer camp, apparently. There's a rumor going around that Luke was a counselor there."

"What?! How did we not know this?! I was hanging out by the basketball courts all summer hoping to see him."

"Khloe worked there and she said she hung out with him all the time."

"No way, are they like friends now? That's so unfair," she said jealously, "It's probably a lie. He only talks to models."

A girl standing behind me interrupted the conversation in front of me, "It's true. She posted a picture from the same cabin. She's so lucky.  This year is Khloe's year."

I stared at the girl behind me. Who just joins a conversation like that?

The girl pushed me behind her, "Excuse you. We're talking about stuff that has nothing to do with you."

I argued, "I wasn't-"

"What'll you be having ladies?" a bored cafeteria lady stood there, ladle in hand, "Mac 'n' cheese or BBQ pizza?"

**

In case anyone cares, I went with the BBQ pizza. The mac 'n' cheese looked too cheesy. I used to think there was no such thing as too much cheese, but the macaroni was floating in orange goo.

Anyway.

I walked through the cafeteria, knowing there was no table I could sit at. You need to know someone to be able to sit. People who had nowhere to go, usually sat on the bleachers outside. I wasn't in the mood for that. I was looking for somewhere quiet.

I opened one of the classroom doors. I thought it was empty but just as I stepped inside I heard a loud pop.

Champagne sprayed out of a bottle and a girl clapped. Another guy brought solo cups to fill up with alcohol. Food was laid out like a buffet on the teacher's desk.

I was so not meant to be here.

An invite-only lunch party... all seniors... the most attractive people in the school...

Back up.

I tried to reverse out of there before they noticed, but it was impossible. I obviously stuck out. Conversation died down and they all stared at me. I stepped back into a wall.

Except that it wasn't a wall. It was a boy with a muscular body. I didn't need to turn around to recognize who. 

I've bumped into that body a couple times before.

A confident, sexy drawl drifted into my ear.  "I haven't forgotten about my laptop." 

He spoke over my pounding heart, and his voice lowered so that only he and I could hear, "You owe me."

A/N: Anyone else take a pink tricycle to school? I'm guessing it's just Millie but I ship anyone else who does.

So, Luke is back.

He's sorta sticking around from now on. OK, I don't know why I was about to dive into a monologue when you're probably already reading the next chapter. If you're not, let me know on Instagram @NatalieInACorner

 If you're not, let me know on Instagram @NatalieInACorner

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