2A/N: Well, here it is! Enjoy.
Luke. Luke. Luke. Luke. Homework. Luke. Luke. Put up hand. Luke. Luke. 49. Luke. Luke. Eat. Luke.
"Claire! Are you listening to me?" Tara's voice interrupts Claire's thoughts. "Claire? Snap out of your daydream!"
Claire shook her head to clear her mind. All she'd been thinking of all day, was Luke. The boy she slapped. The boy she did the big I.T with.
"Sorry, Tee. What's up?"
Tara sighed, "I was saying, what happened on Saturday night? I saw you talking to some guy, then Tom pulled me away, and I couldn't find you anywhere after!"
This was it. This is where the girl tells her best friend of nine years, that whilst she was making out with her boyfriend, the girl had lost her youth. Completed the sin. Here goes. I'm going to tell her. You can do it, Claire.
"I went home early. Sorry." There goes that idea.
"Lukey Luke!" Emma sing-songed as she hugged Luke from behind.
"Go put a top on." He said, not looking at her.
"But I'm wearing a bra!" She wined.
"I still don't want to see your chest."
Only one girls'.
"What's got your knickers in a twist? You've seen me naked before."
"Yeah, I know. You stepped in the shower with me." He shuddered involuntarily. Not that Emma wasn't pretty, she was hot; she just wasn't the girl Luke wanted to shower with. Emma looks at him for a moment, then gasped.
"Oh. My. God. You slept with that virgin, didn't you?"
"Hey Bear! Waassssssuuuuuuupppppppppp!" Tom's voice called. Claire turned from looking through CD's to see Tom walking towards her through DJ Rockin' Audio.
"Hey Nom-Nom." Claire and Tom exchanged hugs before continuing to look through CD's.
"Hey, Tom, do you know a guy named Luke?" Claire asked casually. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tom turn to look at her.
"Yeah... He's 19 and goes to Uni on a drama course. Why?"
"Just wondering. What's he like?"
"Um, he's cool, I guess. He's not a player, though, if that's what your asking."
"You sure?"
Tom smiled, "I'm sure, bear. You fancy him?"
Claire turns to look at Tom. Tom and Claire had been close since... well, forever. Before Tara asked him out. Sometimes, Claire feels closer to Tom than to Tara.
"You can't tell Tara."
"Promise" He looked at her curiously. Claire leaned into his ear.
Tom pulls back in surprise. "Claire Ocean Marie! You didn't! With Luke? You go, gal!"
"Shush!" Claire placed her hand on his mouth. Tom removes her hand.
"Just watch out for Emma Johnson. She wants him. Bad. And they're close. And very, very, very, very open with one-another. But, I can assure you, he feels nothing but friendship with her. But be carful, Bear."
"I will" Claire whispers.
"Who the hell does she think she is? Taking my Lukey Loo." Emma cried for the hundredth time in two hours.
"For the love of God! I'm not going to sleep with you, Emma! So, why do you care?" Luke finally snapped.
"I just don't want to see you get hurt." She lied.
"Yeah, whatever."
"So... Watcha gonna do?" She asked after a few minutes.
"What can I do?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe get her number and call her?"
"Yeah. Like I have her number."
"Then go get it!" Emma smiled enthusiastically.
"How?" Luke narrowed his eyes.
"She goes to Murdoch Paddock High School. Tomorrow, she has a free period at 12.30, your lecture finishes at 12.35. Go get her, tiger!"
Sometimes it's worrying how Emma knows these things.
Claire looked at the clock. 12.25. Five more minutes of mathematical hell until my free period.12.26. Four minutes, three minutes...
BUZZZZ. Claire's phone vibrated loudly in her pocket. Subtly, she looks at the message.
MEET AT TREE. TOM & I & U NEED TO TALK. URGENTLY! XX T&T
The bell rings and Claire stuffs her books into her bag and races to The Tree. Panting she collapses.
"Came. As. Fast. As. I. Could." Claire puffed, catching her breath.
Tara sits cross-legged facing Tom, who is copying her actions. Claire lies down between the two. "So... 'Sup my peeps?"
"You didn't tell me. How could you?"
"I'm sorry, Bear. I was excited and it slipped out."
"I am deeply hurt that I had to hear it from my hyper boyfriend." Tara looks genuinely upset, before breaking into a huge smile. "Tell me everything!"
Luke walked up to Claire's school grounds and grinned. Last time he'd been here, he'd sucker punched a guy named Tom for kissing Emma. Now, Claire sat between two people; talking. Her face was animate, almost as alive as their night together. Her cheeks were flushed, but she was smiling and her friends were grinning ear to ear. It suddenly occurred to him what they were talking about and his grin widened. It was definitely time to give Claire a visit.
"Then I slapped him and walked off." Claire ended.
"Oh. My. God." Tara muttered.
"Holy guacamole!" Tom stated.
"How about a kiss as an apology for that slap, sweetheart?" Claire jumped to her feet and turned to see those smouldering blue eyes staring at her.
"Er... Uh..." Claire stuttered.
"O.M.G. This is Luke? He's H.O.T!" Tara squealed.
Tom raised his eyebrows, "'Excusez-moi?"
"Just window shopping, Tom. I already have to best boy around."
"Aw! Chucks."
Claire ignored her friends ranter. "What are you doing here?"
Luke smiled, "Lookin' for you, love." And then he winked at her.
Claire felt her heart stop.
"May we have a minute alone?" Luke asked Claire's two friends.
"Of course, of course!" The girl said and grabbed her boyfriend.
"But I want to watch!" He whined.
"Too bad, sugar. You're coming with me." When they finally left, Luke turned to Claire.
"I don't know what you're playing at, but I think you should leave."
"What? Without even getting my kiss?"
"I never agreed to give it to you." She tried to sound brave, but Luke knew it'd only take a little push for her to fall. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
"Then I'll just have to take it." He placed his hands on the tree behind her, trapping her head in his arms. He leaned in and nuzzled her neck. Pressing little kisses along her vein, he worked his way up, dragging his lips up her jaw until he was at her ear.
"Sweetheart, if I hadn't seen you without your clothes, I'd swear you were the beautifulest thing I'd ever seen." A quiet whisper, Claire shivered involuntarily at his cool breath on her burning ear.
He kissed her face gently until he was at the corner of her mouth and her bottom lip trembled.
"I'll get the kiss later, dear."
"You bastard." She said shakily.
"You shouldn't have run." Luke grinned, "You loved me and left me, now I'm loving you and staying."
A/N: So, yet another chapter. Please comment with thoughts on Tom and Tara. Me and LynnScythe have disagreements on Tom. Personally, I love him. But LynnScythe, and all my other friends for that matter, think he's gay... He's not though. Anyway, review and follow. Etc. THANKS! NEXT CHAPTER SOON!