The Sweet Kind of Wrong

CHAPTER 6

JANE

So far we have done nothing really important in school today, it's the principal's birthday so all the teachers were celebrating. We attended two classes only, Math and Physics and then we left school. Now I'm at Erika's house, we're watching movies. I love being with Erika, she's the best, I consider her my best friend. It's crazy how we just connect, we're both crazy even though she's crazier than me but I love her.

"So how is your boyfriend?" Erika starts asking.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"I mean Luke, dummy."

"He's not my boyfriend," I say, "he's just a friend, that's all," I murmur in a low tone avoiding eye contact with her. I can feel her eyes on me, she's not going to make this easy on me.

"Just a friend? Girl, that guy tasted you, you couldn't stop telling me how amazing he was, not to mention the best o****m he gave you."

Okay she's definitely not making this easy for me.

"That kind of guy doesn't do well with female friends, the only thing he knows is getting them on his bed and making them scream his name, honey," she says.

Honestly speaking, she's right. Who am I fooling? Sooner or later Luke will get me on his bed so that means I have to stay the hell away from him, he's a bad boy, he's had almost every girl in our school and outside. He's hot, yes but he's bad news. I'm too innocent for him and I'm definitely not up for his girlfriends ganging up on me threatening me and telling me to stay away from their boyfriend. God knows how many girlfriends he has.

Ugh! Why am I even thinking about him? He's a player, a bastard, a f**k boy.

"But still he's not my boyfriend and he definitely won't get me on his bed," I say.

"He already got you on his couch, honey," she muses. Of course she had to bring that up.

"True, but that won't happen again because I will tell him to stay away from me the next time I see him."

"Oh well! Tell me how that goes," she winks at me before heading to the kitchen.

As much I hate to admit, Erika is right, there's no way Luke will listen to me so I'll just text him and tell him we can't be friends anymore. I take my phone out and scroll down to Luke's number.

"What are you doing?" Erika asks coming from the kitchen.

"I'm texting Luke telling him to stay away from me."

"How are you going to practise Math with him? He's your partner now."

Crap I forgot about that. Oh Lord help me please. How do I get out of this situation? Why did he have to be the one helping me? I can do just fine with Erika.

"Oh gosh! This is gonna be a long year." I complain covering my face with my hands while Erika laughs at me.

I just came home from Erika's, I find my mom preparing to go to work, she's a doctor by the way. Thank God I'm not going to cook tonight, I'll order in and just go to sleep or catch up on my favourite reality shows, I love reality shows so much. I get to my room and change into some comfy clothes, more like sweaters since it's cold today.

"Jane, I'm leaving," mom shouts from downstairs and I hear the front door closing.

"Well Janet, order in and catch up on your TV shows," I tell myself as I leave my room and head downstairs. I decide to order McDonald's. My phone rings, Luke is calling me. Why is he calling me?

"Sup weirdo?"

"We were supposed to meet for your Math practice, you didn't show up."

"You didn't tell me that."

"Didn't you read my text message?"

"What text message?"

"I sent you a timetable for our sessions."

"Dammit! I'm so sorry, I never checked my texts today. Can we start tomorrow?"

"Not happening, you want Miss October on my ass tomorrow, no thanks. I'm coming."

What?!

"I'm not home right now, my mom just sent me to the grocery store and I'll be back pretty late."

"You should really learn how to lie because you're not a good liar."

"I'm not lying, I'm really not home."

"Whatever you say."

Just then the door bell rings.

"I'm really not lying, I'm not home."

I head to the door while on the phone with this lunatic, I open the door and to my surprise:

BOOM!

The crazy Greek God is at my door with his phone in his hand. What the hell is he doing here?

"What the hell, Luke?"

"It was the only way I could get to you. You have Math to nail and I the expert am here to help you," he winks at me and invites himself in.

Of f*****g course.

"Not to offend you or anything but your excuse is pretty lame, buddy," I muse slamming the door and follow him to the living room. He has already made himself comfortable on my couch, fantastic.

"Your come backs are improving, sugarplum," he smirks.

"What are you really doing here, Luke?"

"Okay, I just wanted to hang out,"he responds.

"You know there's such things as friends, right?"

"I know but my friends aren't cool as my new friend so I came here. Nice house by the way."

Of course, he has an answer for everything, that's cute though, he's cute.

"New friend?"

"Yes, unless you want to be more than friends, I don't mind at all."

"Of course you'd say that and no I don't want to be more than friends, I just want to be friends with you. If you got a problem with that, hard luck, buddy," I explain making sure he knows I'm serious.

"Whatever you say, sugarplum."

"And I'm gonna need you to stop calling me sugarplum, Jane sounds just fine."

"I didn't argue with you when you said you wanted to be friends so don't argue with me about the nickname. We're friends, fine, the name stays too, sugarplum," he says standing in front of me, his face hovering so close over my face that I forget whose air I'm breathing. He's so intimidating, his scent over clouds mine, my cheeks are burning, I'm sure I'm red right now, his blue eyes are staring right into mine as if searching for something. Why is he so damn cute? It's not fair, not fair for the rest of the world. His outfit isn't helping the situation either, he's wearing black skinny trousers that are perfectly hugging his long legs, a black short sleeved t-shirt that's also perfectly hugging his strong arms and hard chest. He braided his hair, he's so yummy, I wouldn't mind him lifting me off the ground, kissing me everywhere and I definitely wouldn't mind another o****m.

You're staring, Jane.

My inner voice brings me out of my thoughts and I quickly look down avoiding eye contact.

"Do you want anything to drink?" I awkwardly ask and a knowing smirk appears on his gorgeous face making me wet and my legs weaken at that very moment.

"What would you recommend?" He asks still not moving away.

"I um... I don't know, I ordered McDonald's so..."

"You offered me a drink, Jane, not food but then McDonald's sounds about right so I'll have McDonald's with you," he tells me.

"I ordered for one person."

"Then we'll share, that's what friends do right? They share everything," he mutters coming closer to my ear. "And I mean everything," he whispers, I can feel his breath on my neck sending shivers down my spine, I hiss at the feeling. I'm going to have a heart attack if I don't move away from this guy.

"Okay um... we'll share my food then," I say moving a bit away from him. "I'll make that drink," I add turning to walk away but he grabs my waist bringing me back to his warm body and tucks my hair behind my ear.

"You're going to be mine, Jane," he murmers in my ear and I blush at the statement, the way he says my name makes me blush even more, everything about him is cute.

Janet Allison Mendoza Adams, focus, you can't be blushing for this guy.

"Friends, Luke, friends."

He raises his hands in surrender and backs away.

"Fine, friends then." He says, I just nod and make my way to the kitchen. I decide to make hot chocolate since the weather is cold and make my way back to the living room.

"I made hot chocolate."

"Thank you," I hand him his cup and then sit on the small sofa. We drink our coffee in silence, it's not awkward but just amazing silence, the relaxing silence but one thing for sure, I'm not really relaxed, this guy intimidates the hell out of me, he's so damn hot, it gets worse everytime. He keeps stealing glances at me making me more uncomfortable.

"You know staring is rude right?" I ask not really looking at him but focusing on the TV, he lets out a slight chuckle. Even chuckling sounds hot coming from him.

What is wrong with you?

"Sorry, I can't help it," he simply says sipping his coffee.

My order arrives and we start eating, thank goodness I ordered two burgers. As if I had known this fool would come here. Right now I'm seated next to him, we're not quiet anymore, we're actually talking and laughing, I'm start to like his funny side not the Greek God, player, arrogant bastard side that everybody knows. He's a cool guy, he laughs a lot, jokes a lot, it's great. It's almost like everything I heard about him is a lie, I wonder how he's like when he's vulnerable, I'm dying to see that side of him, his weaknesses.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He smirks looking at the TV.

"Um... no actually, I'm just thinking about m-my life," I lie.

"While starring at me?"

Such a dog.

"You're not a good liar, Jane, you should really stop lying, it doesn't suit your pretty little face."

Yeah, he's a dog, a bull dog to be specific.

I wake up to the TV still on, I try to move but a tight grasp is holding me back, I lift my head up only to realize that I've been sleeping on Luke's chest, his strong arms are holding me hostage, it's a great feeling waking up like this, waking up in his arms, my head on his hard chest, one leg in between his legs. I've missed him, I miss him. I look up and look at his face, he looks so gorgeous, so relaxed, so peaceful in his sleep. His lips are a bit parted, he's quite a peaceful sleeper, he doesn't snore. My focus is on his pink lips, I so want to kiss them right now, r****h him until they are swollen. I move a bit closer to his face, my eyes on his lips.

He moves a bit, his grasp becoming a bit loose, I quickly snap out of my fantasy zone. I slowly try to get up so I don't wake him up, just as I am about to completely get off him, his hands pull me back to him, I accidentally fall on top of him. I hear him laugh.

"Sneaking away, huh?" He mutters looking down at me.

"I'm definitely not sneaking, I wanted to check the time." I lie, it seems like lying is becoming a new habit of mine.

"Really?"

"Yes, we fell asleep so I wanted to check the time. Is that a crime?" I ask suddenly sounding serious.

"Damn! You really are Queen Ices without the snakes head part though. One minute you're hot, the next minute you're cold as ice, it's kind of hot and sexy if you ask me," he coos.

"Can I get up now?" I ask not giving him the satisfaction he wants.

"Okay," he let's go of me, I finally get off him and look at my watch, it's already 10pm. Did we sleep that much?

"You should go, my mom will be back early tomorrow," I tell him.

"You don't really expect me to drive this late, plus I..." he rubs his eyes, he's really sleepy yet he looks so cute with his squinted sleepy eyes. I could kiss him anytime.

I don't let him finish, "Fine, you can stay but you have to leave before my mom comes back or else we're both dead."

A smile appears on his face and he sits up straight looking at me.

"Thank you, I'll leave before you wake up."

"Okay fair enough, I'll bring you some covers." I say going upstairs to my room. I close the curtains and I prepare my bed, I change into my pajamas then I take the duvet off the bed. When I turn I gasp, almost screaming my lungs out at the sight of Luke in my room. This guy will be the death of me, I swear to God. How did he know my room?

"W-what are you doing in my room?" I ask him.

"I'm not sleeping alone down there. What if your mom comes back earlier than expected and catches me there?"

"You are not sleeping in my room either," I respond. "And I certainly did not invite you to my house," I add.

"You don't have to rub it in, I know but still I'm not sleeping downstairs forget it," he says taking his shoes off and his his t-shirt off, damn his abs, the biceps, I'm wetting my pants right now. I stop him when his hands touch his belt.

"You can keep those on," I blurt out.

"Fine but not the belt," he smirks then takes his belt off and climbs on my queen bed. I'm going to die, seriously, I'm sharing a bed with a sexy devil today, this must be a sweet dream or nightmare, I don't know. I let out an exasperated sigh dropping the duvet and climb on my bed beside him, I put a pillow in between us and face the other side, Luke laughs at my childish tactic.

Minutes later the pillow is removed from between us and Luke grabs my waist towards his body and keeps his arm around me. I blush, at the same time I'm not comfortable because I don't know what is going to happen. Anything is possible with Luke.

"Stop being dramatic," he mumbles at the back of my neck, his breath doing wonders on my skin, I suck in some air. "Goodnight, sugarplum," he adds kissing my shoulder and buries his face at the edge of my neck.

We remain in that position, not saying anything and I finally cool down. The sensation of having him wrapping his arm around me does something to me, I'm loving the feeling, our hands intertwined while he holds me closer to him. Why can't we stay like this forever? I don't want this moment to end, I want it to last forever. Am I wrong for falling for this guy? Am I wrong for craving his presence every time I don't see him? I miss him every single second, not a day goes without me thinking about him. Am I crazy?

Maybe I am.

A bit...

Yes, maybe just a little bit.

I wake up the following day to my alarm ringing, I groan pulling the covers over all me again. I turn the alarm off then it hits me.

Luke.

I look at the side of my bed and to my surprise, he's not here, I sit up straight running my eyes. I get off the bed and notice a note on my night stand, it reads:

I left early as expected, thanks for letting me stay and sleep over last night, I had fun. See you at school, sugarplum.

xxx

L.

I smile and blush biting my lower lip, holding the piece of paper to my chest as I lie back on my bed. I replay yesterday's scenes, how I scolded myself for wanting to kiss him, how he was holding me when we fell asleep on the couch and how he grasped and held me on this very same bed.

"See you at school, Greek God," I mumble looking at the note and rereading it in my mind.

How can someone be so cute and amazing like that? It's really not fair. Luke has it all, looks, money, status, the brains, a sweet tongue. A little single acne or a scar wouldn't hurt him, it really wouldn't but God always makes other people perfect. Luke is the definition of perfection.

PERFECTION, in bold capital letters, he's not handsome, he's beautiful, like really really really beautiful.

God! What is happening to me?