A/N: Hey there! Yeah, not sure if I'll finish by my deadline, but I'm gonna try my hardest, I promise!! Remember to R&R!
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Because of my promise to do as Jonathan asked, (hurry up things with Luke, I mean) he decided we should have another damn meeting today. So, we were sitting in the usual meeting room, and I'd just finished filling Jonathan in on the story, having to stop and swallow the bile that rose in my throat several times to keep from gagging. Jonathan, however, seemed much more interested in the idea, and very happy about it, no matter how disgusted I was with it.
He started talking about the strategy, and how I should get Luke to break up with Noah, "Just keep with what you used yesterday, about a first love never dying; that's good, and maybe-" he stopped abruptly at a knock on the door. Cursing under his breath, he walked over to it, and opened his mouth to yell at whoever it was, apparently until he saw who it was.
I heard the voice, though I couldn't see who it was, but I knew the voice all too well, "May I speak with Kevin?" the voice was cold, and I could tell he was talking through gritted teeth..
"Yeah, I'll get him," Jonathan said, and held out a hand to me as I started to walk towards him. I stopped, and when he was about an inch from me, he hissed, "Whatever it is; fix it!" Then he passed me and motioned for me to go outside and talk with Luke. Of course, 'fixing it' is easier said than done. And I really had a feeling that whatever this was about, I wouldn't be able to fix it.
When I walked outside, Luke was standing a few yards away with his back to me, "Do you have any idea what I've been through since yesterday?" His voice was deathly quiet, and made me swallow hard, looking at the ground before I could look up at his silhouetted form again. I opened my mouth to say something, though I wasn't sure what, when he whipped around to look at me, a death glare on his face, "Do you?!" he yelled, and I realized that his cheeks were stained with tears, not unlike the ones I had caused yesterday.
I stepped a bit closer to him and put my hands on his shoulders; he tried to shake them off, but I wouldn't move, "No, I don't," I said simply, forcing him to look me in the eyes, "But, I didn't mean t-"
"You didn't mean to what?" Luke yelled at me, stepping back and forcing my arms to fall to my sides, "Didn't mean to kiss me? Didn't mean to hurt me? Didn't mean to make Noah break up with me?" A fresh flow of tears began streaming down his face; I tried to say something, but every time I opened my mouth, he cut me off, "Because that's exactly what he did! Are you happy about that? Is that just what you wanted? You must have; he broke up with me because he saw you kiss me yesterday."
He seemed close to hysterics, so I moved closer to him, and wrapped my arms around him. He tried to fight me off, but wasn't strong enough. I seriously thought he was stronger than that though. Guess that's what happens when he stops going to the gym with me and the rest of the basketball team. Anyways, I could feel his fists beating weakly into my chest, punctured by ragged sobs coming from the face pressed against my shoulder. "I felt the wet tears pierce my shirt, every one chilling me to the bone at the thought of what I'd done to him, "Its your fault," he kept muttering into my shoulder weakly, "Your fault."
After a few minutes, he gave up fighting, but just stood there leaning against me, and I didn't release my hold on him. I tried not to think about it too much; I tried to just think that I was comforting a friend, which, in essence, I was. But if I really thought too much about what it was, I knew I'd start to be uncomfortable and tense, and he'd notice; he was pressed completely against me, there was no way he wouldn't notice, so I forced myself to stay relaxed.
When I couldn't take the silence anymore, now completely void of sobs, I muttered, "I won't say I regret kissing you," I'll think it, but I won't say it, "But you have to believe me: I never intended for this to happen." Which really, I didn't. I had intended on Luke breaking up with Noah, not the other way around.
He pulled back, and I realized that he was clutching the front of my shirt tightly in his fists. I gently pried his hands from my shirt and they fell limp in mine, but I didn't release them. Why exactly, I wasn't quite sure, but I just knew I had to play the part well.
"I have to go," he said softly, staring at our clasped hands, and then tried to pull his from mine.
I tightened my grip slightly so he couldn't pull away, "Do you hate me?" I asked, forcing my voice into a weak and vulnerable tone.
He looked up at me for a moment, his face void of emotion, then leaned forward and brushed his lips against my cheek. I struggled not to shudder at the touch, but instead, just smiled slightly, as though relieved. I'd finally finished part two, when I really just wanted to skip to part five of this stupid plan. I loosened my hands and his slid out from mine. I watched him walk away, not exactly sure what to call that, or how to even define our 'relationship' at this point. Shuddering at the thought, I turned around and pushed open the door, feeling sick, not only because of this so called 'relationship' with Luke, but also at what I was doing to him.
Jonathan jumped to his feet as soon as the door slammed shut behind me, "Well?" he prompted.
Resuming my seat, I replied in a dead, monotone voice, "Check two."
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A/N: So? What do you think? I thought maybe Luke was a bit too forgiving too quickly, but tell me what you think!! Please?? It really helps me! And more reviews make me want to write more, and they will be the only things that help me finish on November 4th!! So please, review!!
