WRECKED.
CHAPTER THREE.
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The day drags on as usual. By the time I have lunch, I am thoroughly tired of Luke talking about prom.
I know it’s his subtle way of hinting that he wants to go with me but I steadfastly ignore him but his irritating nasal voice is getting on my fucking nerves.
“And you know with prom coming in a month, I was wondering who would go with me,”
Please, God, please let it not be what I think it is, I pray fervently, dreading what would come out of his mouth now.
“And I was wondering whether you could go with me,” he said, just what I was fearing, trying to act nonchalant.
“Luke, you know I don’t see you like that,” I try to begin, when he interrupts me.
“Aw, Lara, c’mon don’t be like this. You know you want me. Why are playing so hard to get?”
“Luke?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be glad to go to the prom with you,”
“YES!”
I lift up a hand, to stop him from running off and I continue, “If you can make a horse lay two eggs and say, ‘She sells sea shells on the sea shore’ about a hundred times without tripping over your words or making any mistakes.”
I visibly saw Luke deflate. Like literally all breath left his lungs in a whoosh and he slumped.
“You suck,” he mumbled.
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t, now would I?” I quip, trying to lighten the mood.
Shaking his head, he moves away.
Thank all that’s good in world for that!
I sigh with relief in my mind. At least now my ears won’t fall off from the continuous torture of listening to his incessant yammering.
I grab a tray and reach over to take an apple and me, being me, it falls from my hands. I try to grab it before it fell, when suddenly a black jeans covered ankle comes, literally out of nowhere, directly at the place where the apple was about to fall. The apple bounces off and goes straight into that person’s hands.
Wow, I really wish I could do that.
As I look up to thank that person, I am shocked to see that it is the same guy from morning. His eyes are just as vivid green as I remembered, if not brighter with all the mirth playing in them. I can see that his mouth is turned up into a beautiful crooked smile.
Finally finding my voice, I offer a low, “Thanks.”
“It’s no problem....”
“Lara, my name is Lara,” I offer quickly, looking down because I know if I look up I’ll get tongue-tied again.
“Lara.” My name sounds so good rolling off his tongue.
“And you are?” I question, my curious nature coming out.
“I am Zack. Well I gotta go now, it was nice meeting you. See ya later,” he says, walking backwards slowly but never taking his eyes from minee.
“Bye.”
“Bye, beautiful,” he says, before turning around and walking away.
In a daze, I spot Allison and Nikki at our usual table and walk towards them slowly. As I sit down, Nikki leans over and says, “Well, I see you have already met Jackson.”
“Jackson who?” I ask, confused.
“You know, the boy you were talking to? Zachary Jackson ? Zack?”
“Oh, his name is Zachary Jackson ?” I ask.
“Yes, it is, as far as I know,”
“Hmm,” I hum, trying not to show that I was interested in knowing more. I turn to Allison and started talking with her to distract myself.
Our lunch table is crowded as usual but even with the chatter going on around me, I can’t forget those beautiful green eyes. I decide, then and there, that I would ask Allie or Nikki more about him later, when there weren’t so many people who could eavesdrop into their conversation.
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A/N: hey, everyone! I m not exactly sure how many (if any that is) of you are actually following my story but anyways here is the next chapter. hope you'll like it!! please do leave comments and let me know what you are thinking. all criticisms are appreciated but that doesn't give you the right to be mean.