I think there's some s****l tension between Luke and me. Am I crazy to say that?
Why else would I feel like I'm electrocuted every time he touches me?
Why else would we joke about having s*x? Why else would we find excuses to hang out? I tried to get Luke out of my head. It wasn't productive. I had classes to attend, my part-time job at the clothing store and...
That's it. I didn't have much else going on to be honest.
"What's your name?" the barista asked me.
There I was, in the Coffee Bean by the mall, at the front of the line. Matt stood opposite the counter with his brown apron, a name tag and the ever-powerful sharpie.
I folded my arms across my chest. "Seriously? I come here almost every day Matt. You go to my school. We swapped lockers in middle school."
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