Living by his rules

Living by his rules. It is his house, it was so nice of Liz to let me stay here. But I feel trapped. I feel like I have to do as Luke asks or he'll tell his mum everything and my dad will lose his job! Why does he have to be so damn manipulative! he's so hot but so mean, and I think I'm starting to like his friend...


3. Meeting Mr Hemmings

Oh gosh! He's not only a boy! Why does fate try to be so nice to me? It only ends badly!

I walked into the kitchen to see a gorgeous tall blond standing in the corner of the kitchen work top. He was chewing on a slice of pizza, oh his jaw line was so strong. I felt doomed. I could never of found the confidence to speak to this guy. I felt my stomach twist. He was talking to my dad. I wasn't sure what it was about but he hadn't noticed me enter the room. I decided to pull myself together.

"Hi" whoops my voice came out cracked, I sounded like an old hag that lived in a swamp.

The boy looked over to me and stopped chewing. The nerves hit me hard.

"Hi" he said with his mouth full. He swallowed his food, put the remaining pizza on a plate and brushed his hands against his jeans. Oh the black skinny jeans and his long legs made my knees go wobbly. He walked over to me and extended a hand. "I'm luke" his voice was so deep!

"Anna" I said whilst shaking his hand and smiling like a psycho killer. His hand was so soft, and I think mine was kinda sweaty.

He instantly returned to his pizza and continued chewing. Why did I feel like an idiot?

Liz handed me a plate of pizza, which I accepted graciously and sat at the table. I felt weird while eating, I don't mind eating in front of boys, even cute ones, but I felt like I was being watched. I didn't look at Luke. I tried my best to avoid eye contact.

My dad an Liz started talking about the garden, as soon as they touched on the subject she took him out of show him, leaving me alone with Luke. Luckily I had finished my pizza but Luke was munching on a fresh slice.

"So where you from?" He asked. He was being kind of rude, talking with his mouth full.

"England" I replied.

"So your a Pom?" He laughed.

"I'm a what?" I asked, I had no idea what a 'Pom' was.

He laughed even harder.

"I don't get it, what's so funny?" I started to smile because his laugh was so cute. That, and it's scientifically proven that laughing is contagious.

"Never mind, so I'm guessing...London?" That rather annoyed me.

"You know, London isn't the only place in England." I hate it when people from other countries think that every English person is from London. In fact many people in Britain dislike the favouritism of London.

"I was only guessing, you don't sound very central England anyway, you sound English but...without any accent." He seemed to have confused himself, but I knew what he meant.

"Yeah I use to live in Scotland, since I lived in England the past five years I've developed a neutral accent." I'm use to people commenting on my accent. People in Scotland think I'm English, and people in England think I'm Scottish. People in other countries just think I sound 'normal British', yes that's what they say.

"You do sound British but pretty normal." And even he's said it. What does 'normal' even mean in this case? My accent is in no way 'normal' that's for sure. I think what they mean when 'not strange to them' they say that.

I didn't know how to continue the conversation, how do I respond to being told you sound normal?

"Well you sound pretty funny." Oh god! Why did I have to say that? Of all the things to say! I would have face palmed myself if he wasn't looking at me.

He raised an eyebrow. "What do mean by that?" He began to step towards me, my heart raced, I felt me cheeks go pink.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that!" I said quietly, for some reason I couldn't get my words out properly, so I spoke in a half whisper.

He got right up close to me and knelt his elbows on the table. He looked at me straight in the eye. His eyes were blue. They were so hypnotizing, I would have gotten lost in them if I hadn't felt like I just insulted him. He roles his eyes down and title his head up a bit.

'Is he looking at my boobs?'

"Sorry" I said quickly, his eyes met mine again. "I should have said interesting, to me it is anyway."

He smiled and stood up straight. I noticed as he stood up he rubbed his crotch a little. "I'm going to bed" he said as he turned and headed for the stairs.

"Oh, good night" I said, but he didn't reply.

As soon as he left my sight I let out a relaxing sigh. He may have been hot as fuck but he was such a prick!

I headed up stairs to go to my room, it was right in front of Luke's room. As I went to open my door I heard a hot moan come from behind Luke's door. It made my blood heat instantly and I felt a pulse between my legs. I thought about going in and helping him out with whatever he was up to in there. But instead I just went into my room and got ready for bed.

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