A/N: First of all, I doubt I'll make my deadline; sorry! Also, I'd like to thank monchy08 for telling me that Luke was a bit OOC in the last chapter; Thank you! I really needed someone to tell me that! I don't want anyone to be OOC, so I hope I do better in this chapter!!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah blah blah. Onto the story!

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It was probably about three days after Luke interrupted the meeting, and I'd hardly seen him at all. It kinda seemed like he was going out of his way to avoid me. I saw him around campus a few times, and called to him, waving, but he just turned and walked the other way. Not really sure why, I didn't think he was mad at me.

Then I saw him outside the cafeteria; or I heard him actually, arguing with Noah.

"Please, you don't understand; if you'll just let m-" Luke begged, but Noah cut him off.

"No! I don't even see why I should!" Noah yelled back at him angrily, "It doesn't matter if he kissed you; Can you really look me at me and honestly tell me that you don't still have feelings for him?" I didn't hear a reply for a moment, then Noah scoffed, "That's what I thought."

I heard footsteps and pressed myself harder against the wall I was hiding behind. Noah turned the other way, thankfully, and walked off without seeing me. I heard Luke calling after him, but he didn't try to chase him, apparently resigned to the fact that he'd lost him.

Biting my lip, I decided to try my luck, and walked around the corner. I was met with a hard glare, and Luke turned to walk back into the cafeteria, but I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back, "Hey, slow down; why are you avoiding me?"

He gave a harsh, humorless laugh as he turned back to face me, "Do you really have to ask that?"

I just sighed a bit, releasing his arm and looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again, "I thought you didn't hate me because of that."

"I don't hate you, Kevin," Luke said simply, "But that doesn't mean I'm completely okay with losing my boyfriend because he saw you kiss me!"

"Fair enough, bu-" I started, but then Luke cut me off.

"Hang on a second," he said, a look of utter realization on his face, "You knew he was behind me. That's why you kissed me when you did, wasn't it? You knew he was watching!" he was almost yelling at me by now, "Didn't you?!"

I sighed, biting my lip as I stared at the ground, "Yeah, I did," I said in a voice barely above a whisper, "But I didn't think it would make such a big scene!" I said defensively.

"Oh yeah, because my boyfriend is perfectly okay with other guys kissing me!" he yelled, sarcasm dripping off of every word.

"Yelling at me won't make it any better, Luke!" I yelled back at him, "The damage is done, and I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is!"

"What? So that's why you've been trying to talk to me; waving to me across campus?" he continued, "It may be hard for you to believe, but I want to try and fix things with Noah. And hanging around you isn't helping anyone!"

I swallowed, staring at the ground for a moment, then raised my eyes to meet his, "I know I was a jerk before-"

"Damn right you were!" he interrupted.

"Let me finish," I said firmly. He looked annoyed at the command, but remained silent, "I was a jerk before, but I'm not that homophobic creep I was back then. I was young; I didn't know what I was saying. I didn't think so far in advance when I said those things, that I might lose you; as my best friend or," I paused for a moment to swallow the familiar trail of bile that rose in my mouth, "Or as something else. Just give me a chance, Luke; that's all I'm asking for."

He just shook his head, a sarcastic smirk on his face, "I've given you more chances than you deserved, Kevin. And you ruined every last one of them. Why should I give you a chance now."

"Because before, all the chances you gave me, I wasn't ready to change, and I didn't want to," I said, quoting off what I had memorized for this inevitable question, "I'm asking for a chance now, because I have changed; I know I don't deserve a chance, but…" I let my voice trail off, putting a vulnerable look on my face, and biting my lip nervously for effect as I waited for his reply.

I could almost see the battle raging in his head as he stared at me, his face set with an odd array of emotions. I knew he wanted to believe me; after all, a first love never dies, and with it, the slightest flicker of hope will always survive; but he didn't want to trust me. Hell, I don't blame him. I wouldn't want to trust me either.

"How about we just go to Al's after class and get something to eat?" I suggested, deciding that a casual setting would be best for him to trust me, and for me to not puke at the thought of having dinner with him as more than a friend. Ugh, I feel like gagging just thinking about it.

He still seemed a bit wary as he looked at me, but nodded after a moment, "Alright, I guess," he said, his voice reluctant, then turned without another word and walked into the cafeteria. Once I couldn't see him anymore through the clear glass door, I leaned against the wall, my eyes shut tight. This was so stupid. I should've just ended this whole thing; I should've came over while Noah was still there, forced him to stay, and explained the whole thing. Admittedly, I might be in the hospital at this moment if I had, but surely a few bruises and broken bones were less painful than what I was putting Luke through. At least, I've heard emotional pain is worse than physical, but I'm not really sure….

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A/N: more believable?? I hope so! Please tell me! Also, I'm sorry the chapters are always so short; I just sort of write one scene, then I don't feel like writing another, so I'll just post that scene so you guys don't have to wait til I feel like writing again. Lol. Well, remember to leave me reviews!! I enjoy them so much!!