~Luke's POV~
Being able to hear the way that Delilah was giggling and whispering with Tate was enough in itself to make my stomach churn. But when I had seen him so close to her, with his arm around her shoulder, my chest felt hot and tight. I didn't like seeing him hung all over her.
I tried to listen to Kailee as she was speaking, whispering and giggling at me about the things she wanted to do with me. The girl clearly had no shame about the fact that we were in public, being that she kept inching her hand dangerously high up my thigh and I repeatedly had to push it away. She was trying to make a direct grab for my crotch. Now, this would normally be something that I wouldn't be too opposed to, but I just wasn't really feeling up to it right then. I couldn't focus on her, not with Delilah right across from me, smiling and giggling at Tate. I never thought I'd be feeling jealous of someone talking to Delilah, much less had I thought I'd be jealous of my own friend.
Why am I even jealous in the first place, though? It's not like she's my girlfriend. For fuck's sake, she and I aren't even really friends. I can't be jealous like this.
Frowning to myself, I glanced back over at Delilah and Tate, who were talking quietly with one another again. He still had his arm around her and she didn't even look like she cared. Was it possible that she'd lied to me? Were they actually more than just friends? Delilah didn't seem like the type to lie, nor did she seem like the type to date anyone honestly. Or perhaps it was just that Delilah didn't seem like the type anyone would date. She was gorgeous, but she was an oddball sometimes.
Even so, Delilah was oddly alluring to me, in a way that made me frustrated with both her and myself. Maybe it was her innocence or how sweet she was, or maybe it was just the fact that I thought she was drop dead gorgeous. Maybe this wasn't even really jealousy, and maybe I didn't want anything more from her but her body. Or maybe that's just what I'm hoping the case is.
Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair and looked back at Kailee again, who hadn't even noticed that I wasn't really paying attention to her anymore. Kailee was hot but I didn't really care about much else with her. She didn't seem to care about much else with me, either, so it was fine with me. However I couldn't find it in me to get any closer to her than letting her touch my thigh. It was odd. Some part of me felt weird when she'd try to kiss me anywhere, or when she tried to touch me. I felt...like I should be stopping her, so I always did. I'd never felt that until recently.
The bell suddenly rang and everyone practically sprang out of their seats, Kailee being the first to separate from the group. That left behind Tate, Delilah and the other girl. I didn't remember her name, or if she'd even given it to me in the first place. The girl left afterwards and Tate waited on Delilah, watching her as she got out of her seat and swung her backpack over her shoulder. She somehow managed to swing her bag on so roughly that she smacked herself in the back of the head with it, making her stumble in surprise. Tate just guffawed while I fought a smile, watching as her cute face turned a bright pink.
"You're such a fucking clutz!" Tate snickered, teasing her. She gently swatted him on the chest and glanced over at me shyly, probably wondering if I had seen that. I smirked at her in amusement and she turned an even brighter shade of pink, looking beyond embarrassed as she shuffled, playing with the skirt of her white floral dress. It was short and fluttered around her thick thighs, her knees gently brushing one another as her white high tops kicked gently at the floor—this seemed to be a habit she had when she was flustered or embarrassed. I'd noticed her doing it several times before. For some reason, I just thought it was fucking cute, and it was so very like her that it was endearing somehow.
She was so herself, all the time, that it was endearing.
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I didn't see Delilah again until PE class, when I walked out of the boy's locker room and saw Delilah rushing towards the gym from down the hall, still wearing her dress and with her backpack slung over one shoulder. She must've been held back and got here a little later than normal.
Not noticing me yet, she reached up and pulled the ponytail out of her hair, letting the thick waves fall from the bun she'd had up on her head all day. It must've given her relief because she sighed in content, running her long fingers through the strands, tousling them. I ducked to the side when she passed me, hiding by the vending machine so she wouldn't see me. If she saw me, that'd mean I couldn't stare at her like this as shamelessly.
Delilah passed by without noticing my presence and I watched her go, hypnotized by the way her dark hair swished, brushing her ass. It looked soft, soft enough to grip in my fist, and I'd bet she was submissive enough that it'd be easy to wrangle her little body and pull her head back without much effort.
Realizing where my thoughts had subconsciously wandered, I shook my head and forced myself to snap out of it, though I could already feel the affects that my thoughts had had on my body. I fanned myself with my shirt, quickly walking into the gym before someone came out of one of the locker rooms and saw me hiding by the vending machines, fanning myself and with my face flushed with desire. God, I did not need that happening.
I took a seat in my assigned spot, waiting impatiently until more people came piling into the gym. Tate came in with Delilah, who was smiling up at her friend as he said something to her. Her smile was beyond pretty, but I found myself annoyed that she still hadn't seemed to notice my presence. Sometimes I wasn't sure what the hell I even wanted from her, because I knew we were miles different from one another and I sometimes felt like no friendship could work between us. On the other hand, there were times when I felt odd if she didn't speak to me or acknowledge me--times just like now.
The two of them took their seats, Delilah sitting directly in front of me whilst Tate sat a few seats back in a different row. She didn't bother to look at me, her hair brushing the floor when she leaned back onto her palms and tilted her head back towards the ceiling.
Stuck in my little hissy fit due to the fact that she wasn't paying me any attention, I reached forward and gently tugged on a strand of her hair, feeling how soft it was between my fingertips. She was evidently caught off guard, squealing softly as she swiveled her head around to look at me, brown eyes wide with surprise.
When she realized it was just me, she huffed softly, a rosy pink color in her cheeks. "Hey!" She said grumpily, pouting at me. I smiled in amusement, finding it cute the way her brows would furrow in frustration at me if I did something she didn't like. "What?" I asked innocently, grinning at her. She let out a grumble under her breath, turning around to face me as everyone waited for our coach to arrive. "You pulled my hair and it hurt." She frowned, placing her palms on her thick thighs. A chuckle left me as I shrugged my shoulders, eyeing her pretty face. "You didn't even say hi when you sat down." I told her simply, as if that was reason enough. For me, it was.
"Oh." She suddenly looked a little taken aback, biting her plump bottom lip as she fiddled with her fingers and looked down. "I didn't really think that mattered. I-I mean, I guess I thought you might not want me to or something..." She explained, glancing up at me through her long, dark lashes.
I hated it when she looked at me like this, all innocent eyed and pink cheeked. It filled my head with filthy thoughts of her down on her knees, those pretty lips around my c--
"We said we'd try to be friends." I blurted, trying not to focus on the sins running through my mind. "Friends usually greet each other, don't they?" I added casually, causing her to smile. She ran a hand through her long hair and shuffled closer to me, looking all giddy as she grinned excitedly. "R-Right, sorry." She laughed softly and the sound was like music to my ears. "Hi." She said, the greeting making my lips twitch in amusement.
"We're already talking, bubbles. You don't have to greet me now." I chuckled, amused at how cute she was. She flushed in embarrassment and began to play with a strand of her hair. "Well, anyway, are you coming with us this weekend? We're going shopping for halloween costumes on Saturday." She said.
Although I tried not to show it, I felt my lips threaten to break out into a grin. I'd been hoping that she'd ask me when I heard her and Tate talking about it during lunch, but I didn't want to just bring it up and invite myself along. The only one I was friends with, aside from Delilah, was Tate. "I could probably free up some time." I said casually, shrugging as if I didn't really give a shit.
Delilah frowned slightly. "You don't have to come if you don't want to, or if y--" She began to speak, and I quickly realized that she had gotten the wrong idea. Truthfully, I didn't have a single fucking thing to do this weekend.
"No, I want to go." I blurted, not wanting her to get the words out. She blinked in surprise at the sudden finality in my voice, but then she smiled. "Oh, cool." She giggled lightly and I felt myself sigh softly in relief. "I'll have to text you or something when we plan it more." She said, making me smile at her. "That sounds nice." I murmured. It wasn't often that Delilah texted me or called me. For some reason, the idea of it was one that excited me. It was strange that I was excited about her saying she would text me, especially when it was just to tell me information about when we'd all be hanging out.
I'd prefer it if it was just Delilah and I, honestly. It had become clear to me that Tate liked to hang around her and tease her, and that two of them were very close. I knew there'd probably not be many chances for me to talk with her alone.
It annoyed me how much that realization bothered me.