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“Let’s talk about something else. Javelynn, you looked pretty cozy with Jackson.” Skye says deflecting.
Javelynn’s face pinks. “We may have shared a dance or two.”
“Anything else you want to share?”
Javelynn bites into their sandwich. “Other than I think he’s super cute and nice. He’s got that whole Clark Kent thing going for him.”
“We love a hot a nerd.” I click my drink with their’s.
“I second that.” Skye says, joining our cheers.
We eat discussing our classes. Skye still can’t seem to get her art professor to appreciate her work, and our English Professor has been breathing down my neck about the quality of my essays. I’m about to go on a tirade about it, when I spot a leather clad, tattooed mirror of Pierce heading straight towards us.
“Would that someone you didn’t want to talk about earlier be headed over this way right now, Skye?” I ask, noting that Lukas looks anything but happy to see us.
“Oh, shit. He looks mad.” Javelynn says and I agree, he looks ready to knock off someone’s head. Maybe Skye’s. Shit is right.
“No, oh my god. Is it too late to hide me?”
“Definitely, too late.” Lukas says taking the seat opposite Skye.
“Lukasss.” She hisses.
“Sssskkye” He hisses right back. “What did you turn into a snake since the last time I saw you?”
“You want us to stay or leave?” I ask, not sure what this energy between the two of them means.
“Stay.” Her eyes are locked with Lukas’s as they stare off communicating silently with each other.
Oh yeah, they definitely did something.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Lukas
Icouldn’t sleep at all last night knowing Skye was trying to stuff me in a box labeled ‘mistakes’ while she laid mere feet away after what we did. I ached to go to her, hold her against me and kiss her lips stupid. And fuck me did it suck to be on the other side of this, where typically I was the one brushing people off and upright ghosting them, to the point of cruelty, this time I was being brushed aside like yesterday’s lunch. Karma was a fucking bitch. I could do without this twisted feeling that’s settled in my core, ripping apart my insides. I want her to declare that last night meant as much to her as it did to me. It was different to me. She was different to me, but she’s been avoiding me all night and ducked out early this morning. We were going to have this out right the fuck now.
“You can’t pretend that last night didn’t happen.” I hear the audible gasp of her friends but ignore it.
“You can’t be serious, right now.”
“I’m not fucking joking.” I clench my hands, nails biting into the fleshy parts of my palms.
“I don’t want to talk about this here.”
“I haven’t been able to get you to talk about it anywhere, Skye.”
“Just, drop it would you?”
“You’re not a bone and I’m not a dog, so no I can’t just ‘drop it’. We need to talk about this.”
“Why?”
“Because it meant something to me.”
She gapes at me, tears gathering in her eyes making her baby blue eyes look bright and broken. Dammit. I go to reach out across the table to wipe them, but she rears back shaking her head no. The rejection stings. I feel eyes on us, while we make a scene, but I don’t care. Let them look.
“I can’t do this now.” She goes to gather her things.
