Yoooo..Okay I'll stop writing about him but this cover is so beautiful! This part gives me an eargasm: 0:23

My back hurts..really, really badly and I'm not going to school. Let me tell you how it happened. I was trying to get my socks off of my feet yesterday and it just got me. I stayed in that position for like 5 minutes lmao. Then later I barely got to my bed and I couldn't move since then. I mean I tried but I ended up, sitting on the floor, not being able to stand up and laughing, because who the fuck is as talented as me? No one...So that's fun :))) And that's why you're provided with another chapter..enjoy! :)

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I stand up and so does Luke, "Mr. Jones, he asked for Mrs. Davis only," the teacher states and Luke ignores him, walking behind me.

"Jones. Get back to your seat," the teacher repeats and I look at Luke, "I'll be fine, don't worry." I give him a reassuring smile and he squeezes my hand and goes back to his seat.

Great. Just great. She really told the headmaster about me beating her. What a wuss. What if I get expelled? Oh no.

I knock on the wooden door and slowly open it. The headmaster is sitting behind his desk, waiting for me.

"Take a seat, Mrs. Davis," he signals with his hand, where should I sit.

"I heard, you've been making some.. inconveniencies," he says in a low voice. He is a scary looking man. He's bald and a bit plump. There's a scar on his face, and he is just grumpy. His ice cold green eyes are piercing right through me.

"She's been provoking me ever since I got in this school. Funny how everyone jumps to conclusions the second our little princess has something to say about someone. But when she harassed me, wrote hurtful things on my locker, did some nasty things to me, no one even lifted a finger," I stand up and hit my fists to his desk.

"You shall not talk to me in that tone," he growls, " You have no proof she did any of that."

"Are you serious? Multiple people were standing around my locker, laughing at me and you're telling me, I have no proof?" He is irritating me. Im sick of her harassing everyone.

"Calm down miss. There were a lot of witnesses around you, when you assaulted her."

"I'm not saying I didn't. I admit that I did hit her, multiple times but I'm also saying that she's been messing with me for the entire time being here. It's not fair!" I raise my voice, "and she's spreading rumours about me, again, but of course you don't give a single fuck!" I'm yelling by now.

"You are suspended! I Don't want to see you on school property for the next three days. Find yourself a place to stay at, since you can't be in your dorm. Consider yourself lucky, that I didn't expel you. You may leave," he hisses, standing up.

"That's so unfair," I say before slamming the door, leaving.

I walk past my locker, to grab all of my stuff, "where are you going?" I turn around and a worried Luke is standing there.

"I'm suspended and have no idea where to go, since I can't stay at my dorm," I sigh, running my hand through my hair, "why are you here?" I raise my eyebrow.

"I said I gotta go to the bathroom," he shrugs, "and you can stay at my place," he smiles.

"Really?" I jump and hug him, "thank you so much!" I squeeze him and he coughs, not being able to breathe.

"Sorry," I look down at my feet, just realizing what I did. I need to stop hugging people, randomly.

He chuckles at me, "come here," he hugs me and I do the same. I bury my head into his neck, breathing in the sweet cologne he's wearing. Of course for me to reach his neck, I must stand on my toes.

He kisses me on my forehead, "let's go to the apartment," he grabs my hand, dragging me behind him.

"Don't you have classes?" I raise an eyebrow. He's been missing a lot of classes lately. I'm sure he can't miss out on more because of me.

"Do I look like I give a shit?" He snorts and I laugh. "And I don't want you snooping around my apartment," he winks. It seems as if I won't be able to convince him otherwise.

"Let's go then," I smile and before I know it, he's holding my hand, walking me to his car.

"I see you liked my gift," he winks, looking at the necklace I'm wearing right now. I subconsciously grab it, "I love it," I say and it brings a smile on his lips.

His lips are a hundred percent the most soft ones I've ever kissed...and the way he kisses you...ahh it's magical.

"Welcome back to my humble abode," he grins as he opens the large black door to his apartment.

"Yeah, humble," I murmur and roll my eyes. I slowly walk in, finally taking a good look at his apartment. Me, being too angry the last time I was here, I didn't even pay attention to how the apartment looks like. It's covered in white painted walls and black-grey furniture. It's pretty messy, so I'll be cleaning it up while Luke's at school, just so I have something to do, while he's away.

"You're looking at it, as if it's your first time here," he chuckles and I realize how dumb I must look like, looking at the apartment as if it's something magical. He smiles and takes off his black jacket, hanging it on the hanger. Luke reaches his arm towards me, waiting for me to give him my jacket. I smile and hand it to him.

"Well you kind of know where everything is, so if you need anything just take it. Mi casa es tu casa," he smiles and I blush, really, really hard. Damn that was hot.

Am I the only one who loves guys that speak spanish?

And yes I know it doesn't mean he can speak spanish just because he said a sentence, that is quite popular, but still it's-

"Hello? Earth to Em," he waves his hand in front of me, which surprised me, making me jump a bit. I shake my head to get rid of all the thoughts in my head, that shouldn't be there, may I add and smile, "yeah?" I say, still dreamy a bit.

"Why are you blushing?" He smirks and looks at me playfully, making me blush even more.

"Ahh stop," I laugh and put a hand on my face, covering it completely. This is so embarrassing!

"¿te gusta cuando te hablo español?" He winks and I get a weird tingly feeling..down there..Oh god. This is too hot for my body to handle. The way the words roll off of his tongue.. I swear I could just take him right there, right now. Control yourself Emma!

("Do you like it when I speak spanish?" At least that's what it's supposed to say)

"I-I have no idea w..what you just said," I stutter. Yeah great Emma. Just choke and cough and die while you're at it. You're so freaking stupid!

"Yeah I know," the smirk is getting bigger and bigger, "and stop looking at me like that, if you don't want me to take you to the bedroom right now," he laughs and I blush even more. Damn. He sees everything.

"I-I wasn't-" "sure you weren't," he interrupts, laughing, earning a death glare from me.

I walk to the couch, seating myself on it, before I say or do something stupid again. I hate it how he just does that to me. It's like I'm a completely different person around him. It's like, he's in control and I hate that. Right now, I can feel his gaze on me and it's making me uncomfortable.

I figure if I distract myself, the uncomfortable feeling will go away.

Oh what a comfy couch. The way it just makes me sink into it. It's so soft and clean and pretty. I look at the couch and pet it.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Luke raises an eyebrow, covering a laugh with a cough. My head fires up, to look at him and I realize how dumb I looked, petting the couch, "I like your couch," I smile and he laughs.

"Is that so?" He smirks and steps closer. Oh no. Not this again. Stop it. N O W.

"Am I making you nervous?" He just keeps on getting closer and closer, his brown eyes never leaving mine. He knows what he does to me and it's not comforting. At all.

Okay Emma, time for panicking.

"Uh, I-I think I'll go... and make myself a sandwich," I quickly get up and practically run to the kitchen. I almost trip and fall while doing that.

I search for some mayo, cheese, bologne and bread. I found all of it, except a knife to cut everything. As I search through all the drawers I hear Luke, clearing his throat behind me, "need help?" He grins.

"Where are the knives?" I smile and he looks at the top of the shelf, "they're there."

I wait for him to help me, because I'm clearly too small for this, but he just stands there, looking at me.

He's mean.

I sigh and get to the shelf. Leaning on the counter, I try to grab them, but I'm too short. I get on my toes, still not reaching them, I jump and Luke just laughs at me, "very funny," I roll my eyes, "you could've helped me, but of course you'll laugh at me. What else did I expect?" I sigh and try to reach them again, when two arms suddenly grab me by my hips, lifting me up.

I screech, taken by surprise and quickly grab the knife. Luke puts me back on the ground, his hands not leaving my hips. He rests them there, as I cut the cheese very carefully, because his touch always makes me nervous.

He's leaning himself on me, rubbing his fingers in circles on my hips, resting his chin on my shoulders. His buldge in right where my butt is, so this is very uncomfortable. Not that I don't like it, but come on, how can a girl cut bologne like that?

When I'm done with cutting, he turns me around, so I'm facing him and his eyes look hungry. Not sandwich-type of hungry, may I add. He leans in closer to my ear, "have I ever told you, how much I love your body?" He whispers, tracing his fingers on my hips. That gesture sends shivers down my spine.

I gulp and look into his brown eyes, as he moves away from my ear, "I-uh have a sandwich to eat," I smile nervously, making him snort.

"And I still have you to eat," he winks and I don't think I've ever blushed this hard in my entire life, "oh my god," I cover my face with my hand again, laughing and blushing. He moves it away, "you're adorable when you blush. Makes you look all innocent, which makes me want to fuck you even more," he smirks and I gasp.

Why did that make me want him? Oh god I'm losing my mind.

I take my sandwich and sit down, to eat it. Luke sits in front of me, watching me eat it and licking his lips. Itake a mental note to Google 'How to not be attracted to someone that much'.

When I'm finished, I take the plate and walk to the dishwasher. I duck down, to put it in, when someone slaps my butt. That someone is Luke, of course. He's just standing there, laughing at my scowl. As soon as he turns around, I run behind him, slapping his butt and he grabs my hand. His face is deadly serious, a total opposite of mine - I'm laughing. "Don't ever do that again. Ever," he's deadly serious and I know, I should be scared or frightened but I'm not. It just makes me laugh even more.

"That's it," before I know it, I'm on his shoulder, with his hand on my butt, "stop it," I laugh.

Please don't.

"You. Don't. Touch. My. Ass," and during every word he slaps mine. "Understood?" He slaps it one last time before putting me down. Big mistake. I slap his butt three more times and run away.

"Oh you better pray I don't get you," his laughter echoes in the hallway. I quickly open a random door and close it - big mistake. I'm in his room now. Shit.

"Emmaaa," he says playfully and I hide under his bed. He gets in the room and walks around a bit, looking for me but thankfully not finding me, he closes the door and I get out.

Huh. Strange. There's a box under his bed.

I slowly take it out and open it. What I see inside, is the most precious thing I've ever seen. It's pictures of Luke with his dad. He looks so happy and not stuck up, like he is in school. I take a few of them out, looking at them, smiling. There's one, where his dad is chasing him at a meadow. And one of his dad giving Luke a piggyback ride. He's laughing on every single one of his pictures.

Why didn't he want to spend Christmas with his family? He looks beyond happy here.

"What do you think you're doing?" Luke growls behind me, making me jump back on my feet faster than a cheetah. He looks furious. Is there something in there I shouldn't have seen? There's nothing wrong with these pictures. But Luke still looks beyond furious.

"I-I was just-" "didn't your parents ever teach you not to mess with other people's shit?" He hisses at me. This is a completely different Luke. I don't like him like this. At all.

"Why don't you ever talk about your family?" I get the courage to ask him but he looks at me, anger and pain in his eyes, "why should I? Who do you think you are, for me to tell you about this shit huh?" The pain is quickly replaced by even more anger, "just get out of my room," he sighs and I turn around to leave.

"He seems like a nice guy," I say, before leaving, getting no answer from Luke.

Great.

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I wanted to end the chapter where she found the box but I thought why not make it a bit longer :)

And since I'm gonna be home today I'll probably edit all of my chapters..I don't know..I'll see.

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