Immediately he turns to face me as if he sensed my gaze on him, he walks to me with a grin on his face. "You made it."
"Yeah. I was about to ditch you." I joke, as he tugs me to a spot under the shade of a tree with a picnic basket atop of a blanket.
Suddenly, wheels start spinning in my head and I turn to look at him, "I specifically said this is not a date."
He scratches the back of his head, before shrugging nonchalantly, "Well, I know you said that and I remember specifically saying that I only wanted to talk to you….but then we both had a long day at school and I felt like food and a few fruits and chocolates would...yuuno." He trails off, suddenly looking embarrassed.
I look at him for a second before sighing, "I totally did not sign up for this." I grumble as I sit on the blanket.
 
I look at him, trying to find words to explain things. "I can explain." Is the only clichè sentence that could come out of my mouth. He raises a brow, an amused look in his eyes for a second before his face turns cold once more. "Go ahead then. Explain." "It was just to talk about things, nothing more." I blurt out, clasping his hand in mine. "I thought I told you to stay away from him, Iris." He says irritably. "Why don't you ever listen to me, for fucks sake." " Nothing happened, I swear -" "It's not about anything happening. It's about you fucking listening to what I say for once." He snaps, looking right at me with a look I can't decipher. He did not just say that to me like I'm a child getting reprimanded by his parents. Immediately my anger
I start to walk back home after bidding Tasha goodbye and rejecting her offer to give me a ride back home. I stop at an Ice cream store to get a chocolate popsicle, lost in my own world as I walk to my house. I sigh tiredly when I see the familiar front porch of my house. But my heart starts racing when I see a figure hunched over, sitting on my porch. A hood covering his face and a cigarette in his hands as he puffs nicotine in and out of his system. I had a feeling who this is, but I refuse to acknowledge it. Wanting to think that it's a burglar smoking on my porch before he asks me to unlock the door and finally robs us. "Hey, baby." The figure stands, a familiar voice speaking and I sigh. The rapid pounding in my heart slows down but it accelerates when I realise that Luca is actually standing in front of me, after wh
It's Saturday, which is also the day of the fair. Luca and I are driving there, Luke and Tasha in Luke's car, Jackson and Matthew in Jackson's car while Zeek and Hunter ride in Hunter's car. I'm wearing a black leather skirt, fishnets and a black Metallica cropped t-shirt with black combat boots and a leather jacket. I look sideways at Luca - my boyfriend and check him out, my eyes trailing from his growing hair which is almost turning to a man bun, a black leather jacket almost the same as mine, black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt clinging to his torso like a second skin. "You look scrumptious tonight, baby." I breathe out, his tattoos peeking from beneath his jacket, rings on almost each finger. Yum. "I know, you look beautiful, fucking sexy." He glances at me, his idle hand coming to rest on my thigh. "So fucking se
"Fuck….." I shudder as Luca continues to eat me out in my bed. Immediately we stepped into my room, with all the pent up sexual frustration, I ordered Luca to eat me out and here we are. "You like that?" He asks from beneath me as his tongue flicks my clit and his fingers thrust into me slowly. I let out a moan when he groans, his groan on my sensitive heat making me cream more. "Y-yeah, right there, baby." I whimper in pure heat and desire as his fingers thrusts up to my g-spot in a come hither motion. Sweat coats my forehead, as my chest heaves when I begin to feel my toe curling orgasm approach. But suddenly my phone rings and Immediately I stumble from under Luca's mouth. "Shit." I pant, stumbling around trying to find my phone. You're probably wondering why I'm panicking trying t
Everything is back to normal. Luke doesn't suspect anything, although Luca kept asking a few questions the day after the incident, he finally stopped. It's been two weeks and no one except Tasha, Serena and I know about the incident. "You know what today is right?" Luca's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I look at him, as a smile appears on my face. "Of course, baby." I smile at him before turning to look at the school's empty field, the sound of birds chirping filling my ears. Instead of Luca replying me just as I thought he would, he doesn't. With a frown I turn to look at him and I catch his gaze transfixed on me already. I raise an eyebrow out of curiosity and he shrugs before replying to me. "Nothing, you've just been acting strange these past few days. Are you okay? Is everything okay with you -or us?"
Like he promised the next day Luca wore the hoodie I got for him and he paired it with his new pair of shoes, I could see the necklace peeking out from his hoodie. I'm putting on a green band t-shirt with a short black skirt which has a slit on the side, followed by my good ol' vans, with the anklet on my left ankle and the locket still around my neck. I have no class now while Luca has a compulsory literature class today and it's located at the top floor of the school building. So I'm sitting in the library, re-editing my English essay due tomorrow when I get a text. I quickly shuffle around as I look for my phone, hoping it's Luca. I frown when I see the messages Jackson sent to me; Come to the hallway downstairs, now! Tasha and Luke are having a big fight. Immediately, I pack all o
LUCA'S POV I look at the beautiful girl laying on my bed and I sigh, thanking God for bringing her into my life. Although I don't deserve her, she's the best thing that has ever happened to me. After we both came back from school, she immediately slumped on the bed and slept off, ever since the fight she had with Luke's girlfriend her mood has been dampened. I don't blame her, getting hit by someone you regarded as your best friend in front of other people and her still not wanting to talk to you, is an emotional train wreck. For someone like Iris, who has all her emotions gaurded most times, it's really hard trusting someone and them breaking that trust when you finally raise your guard up hits fucking hard. She turns under the sheets and immediately I rush to sit down on the side of the bed. My hands grab hers and she finally stops stirring.
IRIS' POV Immediately I step into the house, I find Uncle Ty sitting on the couch. "Hey kiddo," He greets, his eyes never leaving the television, "Who dropped you off?" "Oh. That was Luca." "The young man Bryson said you're seeing?" I giggle as I move to sit down close to him,"Yes. The young man Bryson said ``I was seeing." "I thought you weren't gonna come home tonight….." "Yeah… I kinda slept off, I rushed here when I got your message. I'm sorry Uncle Tyson." He waves his hand around, brushing off my apology. "It's nothing. Is he treating you well?" "Yeah. He's the best." I sigh happily. "As long as he