I had Luke in the night, but not during mid-morning.
I searched around the dim room for any sign of him. He made himself appear through a slam in his bedroom door. I flinched as he threw my t-shirt from the night before directly at me.
"Luke," I harshly scoffed, gripping tighter onto the sheets around my bare chest. "What the f**k it up?" I asked in frustration, annoyance seeping through my words.
He glared at me, not afraid to make eye contact with me in this tense situation. His eye was painted with purple and yellow watercolors and a slit that was a deep maroon plastered itself over his left eyebrow.
"I don't want you here."
"Then why did you ask me to come over?" I asked in utter confusion. He paced around his room which only made me nervous. I watched as he winced while rubbing
