AN: Sorry I haven't updated in so long, school work has been consuming my life right now. This chapter was really hard to write because this is a story I made up really late one night and I typed the introduction on my Nook, so this story is basically improve. It's also hard to write because I'm writing another story (Here We Go Again it's a Luke x OC) with a completely different mood that I just finished updating. If you are or know of anyone who meets the requirements of being a Beta Reader and would be willing to be mine, please let me know! Okay, now on with the story!
The Agreement: Chapter 3
As the plane began to land, I slowly woke up from my hour long nap. I turned my body in the chair, and saw Luke, who was still asleep. I watched him sleep, peacefully, and looking nothing like his personality would suggest. The plane finally landed with a thud, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. I quickly turned to look out the window so he wouldn't see me staring at him.
"You know," He yawned "You look adorable when you sleep. You scrunch up your nose, and you smile like your always having a good dream." I wanted to say something like 'And you look like a truck just ran over you' but was afraid of what he might do or say back. I picked up my backpack from the seat in-between us and stood up to stretch. I sat back down and pulled a hair brush and tie out of my backpack, and began fixing my hair into a 'fish tail' that fell loosely over my shoulder. Luke scoffed, and I gave him the best death glare I could. A long and dark awkward silence fell between us, and I suddenly felt guilty. I hated how he could actually try at something, and whether or not he failed or succeeded, your mind still found a way to feel sorry for him. As we got off the plane he led me outside, were a man was waiting with a sign that said Luke on it. I guess last names weren't important, or maybe Luke just hated his. He'd never told me about what happened in his past, but I never really asked. It just seemed like there was never a good time with those kinds of conversations.
The man opened the door to the small black car and I followed Luke inside. I set my backpack down in between us and finally broke the ice.
"Luke," I began the dreaded conversation I had put off for years "I-I don't have the same feelings for you as you have for me. I haven't ever felt that way and I'm not comfortable living with you, or for that matter, having anything to do with you. I'm sorry Luke, but I don't love you." Thankfully there was a glass window in between the back seats and the drivers' seat, so he didn't hear any of our conversation.
"I know, Paige, I know. I just can't help but try." His voice was full of pain, and the wave of guilt washed over me. "But you can't live in this world without me right now, you have nowhere to go. No money, no family, nothing. I hate to say it but face it Paige, you need me to help you right now." I was almost in tears. Why did he have to keep reminding me I had virtually nothing? The next few minutes we were silent, watching the scenery go by, when I realized I had no idea where we were going.
"Where is he taking us?" I said, referring to the driver. Luke sighed.
"I'm not sure; I got a letter from one of the Titans saying that we needed to come to San Francisco today, and that they'd have a car waiting to take us to meet them." I was hoping he meant meet them for lunch or something like that but half-bloods were never that lucky. The car climbed the gravel road up the mountain, spitting up dust and gravel all over. Once we reached the top, he opened our doors for us before we could even unbuckle our seatbelts. When I stepped out of the car into the cool night air, I was overwhelmed by what I saw on the mountain. Large black columns were spread all about, holding up a pavilion and many other buildings. People dressed in extravagant gowns and suits talked and laughed as they all drank red wine and nibbled at crackers and cheese. I felt completely out of shape with my holey clothes, dirty face, and messed up hair. There were blood stains on my clothes and skin, and I felt intimidated by all the elegant people. I turned to Luke, and realized he wasn't dressed any better. His face was a light shade of red, and he quickly pulled me around a corner and out of anyone's site.
"You don't have anything fancy packed in your bag do you?" He looked genuinely worried. I shook my head no and he sighed. "Then I guess you'll have to stay here." He whispered.
"You have something? Why is it a big deal anyway? Can't I just go, or borrow something from someone?" He stared at me like I was crazy.
"Just stay here I'll go get the address of our hotel and we can go."
"Hotel? We better have separate rooms." I muttered
"We will just stay here." And with that he turned the corner again and went into the crowd of crimson dresses and fancy suits.
Sometime while he was gone I managed to fall asleep. I was shaken awake by Luke, about what he said was half and hour later.
"Let's go I have the address, and yes we have separate rooms." He whispered helping me up. "Let's get you out of here, if anyone sees you, everyone will want to me you." He sounded like he was speaking from experience. The ride to our hotel was short, and thankfully I didn't fall asleep on the way there. Once we were there, Luke checked us in and showed me to my room. It was on the third floor, with an adjoining door to Luke's room. We walked inside the living room and I had to keep my shock inside. The hotel room was better than any other I'd seen. It had a small kitchen, living room, bedroom, and bathroom.
"Well here you are." Luke said "My room is right next door, so if you need anything just knock." He was about to leave, but suddenly, turned around, and pulled me close for a kiss.