Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~


28. Chapter 27

Natasha’s POV

“Why the hell are you walking around at 11:30 at night,” Luke asked, a bewildered look on his face.

“I could ask you the same thing,” I huffed, earning an eye roll from him.

“No seriously, who are you out here.” He demanded, waiting for an answer.

“I went to the park and was just walking home,” I mumbled.

“Walked? I’m pretty sure you were running just then,” Luke asked, crossing his arms.

“I heard footsteps following me,” I said quietly.

“That’s exactly why you don’t go for a walk when it’s basically midnight,” Luke said angrily.

“Why do you care anyway? You’ve managed not to for the past four years, why suddenly start now,” I challenged, crossing my arms.

“Who said I didn’t care for the past four years,” he yelled, glaring at me.

I stared at him, shocked. He must’ve realised what he just said, since his eyes suddenly widened.

“I-I mean, er,” he stuttered. An awkward silence fell upon us, as I rocked back and forth on my feet.

“Well, erhm, I think I should go home now,” I mumbled, starting to walk off.

“No don’t, it’s too dangerous too.” Luke said, grabbing my arm to stop me.

“Yeah so what else can I do? Sleep on the pathway?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“No. you can come over to my place and stay the night. Besides, I want to talk to you too,” he said, starting to drag me over to his house.

“No no it’s ok, my house is close by anyway,” I quickly said, trying to pry his fingers off me.

He rolled his eyes, gripping my arm tighter, though loose enough so it didn’t hurt for me. “Your house is a 15 minute walk from here idiot, so come on, you’re staying at my house tonight.”

I signed, giving in. staying at Luke’s house would be way better than staying in a house with my dad. We walked silently to Luke’s house, not knowing what to talk about.

“So why are you out at this time?” I suddenly asked, realising Luke never answered my earlier question.

“I had a lot of things on my mind,” he said, shrugging. I nodded, understanding. Him going out on walks had always helped him calm down and clear his mind.

We walked in silence again, though it wasn’t awkward or forced. It was a nice peaceful one.

We arrived at Luke’s house and quietly walked into the door, careful to not wake anyone.

“Would you like something to eat or drink?” Luke asked. He didn’t wait for a response as he grabbed a glass, filling it with water, handing it over to me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, drinking from it. I just realised how thirsty and hungry I was, since I hadn’t had any food or water for the whole day, except for an apple and a glass of water.

Luke sat down at the counter with a bag of chips and I awkwardly stood at the doorway, unsure of what to do. Luke must’ve noticed, because he patted the seat next to him while offering the bag of chips to me.

I shook my head, looking down at my feet.

“But they’re your favourite. Salt and vinegar. You never say no to them,” he asked, confused.

“That was years ago Luke. Besides, I haven’t eaten them in ages, so I don’t really like them that much anymore,” I mumbled. I wasn’t able to afford that stuff. All I ate was some bread and apples. If I’m lucky, I might have some butter to put on the bread, but that was pretty much it.

“Oh..” Luke said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Well why don’t you eat some now? It’s right here, and you don’t have to pay for it,” he said, shaking the bag of chips.

I hesitated for a bit, finally deciding to take a chip.

I slowly chewed, as Luke stared at me, waiting for a reaction.

“It’s delicious,” I said, smiling shyly.

“That’s great! Here, have the whole pack,” he said, shoving the pack in my arms. He went to the cupboard to get another pack for himself.

“So, um, you said we needed to talk?” I asked awkwardly, as Luke froze, recovering after a few seconds.

“Huh, oh. Yeah. We do,” he said, nervously closing the cupboard. “Go to the living room first. You remember where that is right?” he asked, grabbing two cups.

“Of course I do. We use to go to each other’s houses almost every day,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“yeah well hurry up and start making your way there then,” he said, pouring some juice into the cups.

I obeyed and quietly walked to the living room, careful to not wake anyone. But of course, me being me, I knocked a lamp over, creating a huge crash.

I froze, trying to hear if anyone heard.

Suddenly, I heard a pair of feet coming down the stairs. I panicked, looking around for a way out.

“Is that you Luke,” a woman’s voice said. I instantly recognised that voice. I would never forget that voice. It was the voice of the person who acted as a mother to me since my own mother’s death.

Liz appeared at the bottom of the stairs, looking around to see what made the crashing noise.

She froze as she saw me, and I froze as she saw me.

“Natasha?” she asked, shocked.

I weakly smiled, waving to her. “Hi,” I croaked, suddenly feeling nervous.

“I haven’t seen you in ages! I’ve been wondering how you’ve been doing, and why you don’t come over anymore. At first I thought you and Luke just had a little quarrel, but now I’m not so sure anymore,” she said, slowly making her way towards me.

I nervously laughed, rocking back and forth on my feet. “hah, yeah.” I awkwardly said.

“But all I know now is that I miss you so much,” she said, beaming, giving me a bone crushing hug. I grinned as I hugged her back.

“So why are you here?” she asked, releasing me. “Did you and Luke become friends again? I hope so, because I’ve missed having you around.” She leaned in, whispering in my ear. “And personally, between you and me, I prefer you over that Abby girl Luke calls his girlfriend,” she cheekily grinned as Luke walked in, holding two cups and a couple of bags of chips.

“Oh hi mum,” he said awkwardly, “didn’t know you were still awake.”

“I was sleeping until you and Tashy here came home,” she said, starting to head back upstairs. “I’m going to sleep now, try not wake me up again k? And stay out of trouble,” she called, disappearing upstairs.

Luke looked at me, asking me to explain.

“I just knocked the lamp over, which caused quite a loud crash,” I said, blushing at my clumsiness.

Luke snorted, trying to not laugh. “Still clumsy as ever I see,” he said, amused.

“I guess so,” I said, smiling.

“So, ah, you know, we needa talk?” Luke asked awkwardly, gesturing to the sofa.

“Oh, yeah, right,” I said, making my way to the sofa, not knowing what to expect.




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