Chapter Eleven Sadie's POV Oh my God.
Oh my God.
Luke had kissed me. He'd kissed me. And even worse, I'd kissed him back! I don't know what I'd been thinking, but I sure as hell knew what I was thinking now. What had I done!? I'd cheated on my boyfriend and kissed an enemy all in one go. I'd cheated myself, because I'd warned myself from the get-go not to get attracted to him. And what happens? I end up having the hottest makeout session I'd ever had in my life, with him. What was wrong with me?
The silence was awkward, and seemed to loom between us. We had barely exchanged a single word since we'd said goodbye to Laurel and escaped to my car. Now, fifteen minutes later, we couldn't even look at each other.
I wanted to though. I mean I really wanted to. I wanted to whip off my seatbelt, yank him on top of me and let him have his way. I wanted him to whip off my seatbelt, yank me on top of him and let me have my way. Oh, God, I just wanted him. My stomach felt like it was being pushed in with an iron fist. I kept having to clench my hands on the steering wheel so I wouldn't reach for him. Why was I so attracted to him?
A fresh wave of panic washed over me as I pulled into the drive of one of my two Arkansas summer houses. Oh no. Luke and I couldn't go in there, alone. A dark, empty house? After the heat we'd just shared? I shivered as I thought of it. He was so much bigger, broader than I was, it was like he'd been surrounding me. His mouth had been hot, hard, demanding, every bit as hungry as mine had been.
Quickly, I opened the door and slipped out of the car before he could notice my trembling. He silently followed me into the house and up to the stairs. Once we reached the bedroom door, a startling fact occured to me. I opened the door and then half closed it so Luke wouldn't follow, and told him, "Um...I don't think it'd be appropriate for you to change in here, so I'm going to grab them for you..."
He nodded at once. "Yeah, yeah. I got it."
But I'd only walked two strides when I heard the door snap shut. I turned to see Luke standing there, hidden in the shadows. While I stood in the moonlight pouring in from the window, feeling extremly vunerable and at-edge.
"What are you doing?" I said immediatly, my eyes wide.
"We need to talk, Sadie." I blinked when he said my name. He didn't say my name very often, I just noticed.
"About what?" I said nervously, trying to stall.
"Don't play dumb. You know what I'm talking about. We kissed back there."
Okay, time to change tactics. I switched to cool and composed. I folded my arms over my chest. "So? It's just a kiss."
"You know that wasn't just a kiss." he growled, stepping forward. "You-"
"Either way," I cut across him, "It won't happen again. Alright?" When he only looked at me, I added, "It would never work out between us, Luke."
His brows contracted, and he almost looked a little embaressed. "I know that! I don't want it to. I don't even like you."
I let out a breath in relief. "Oh, good. I don't like you either."
He held out a hand. "So we're agreed? Keep it simple. We go back to hating each other."
I nodded, smiling slightly as I took his hand, shook it. "Agreed."
His hand seemed to encompass mine in warmth. My smile faded as I looked up, met his gaze. For a single charged moment, I couldn't breathe. And then he grinned, letting go of my hand. He walked over to the dressing screen and retrieved his clothes. While he walked out the door, he looked back at me, grinned. "I hate you."
I forced a smile. "I hate you too." Then I followed him to the car and drove him back home, ignoring the weird butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
Today was not going to be a good one.
The reason for this was still yet unclear, but I could guess part of the reason was because yesterday had sucked so badly. First the arguement with Sadie, then the kiss (which rocked as much as it was a mistake), then getting my ass chewed by Matt, then collapsing into bed only to leap out of it yelling with a tack stuck in my back. Sadie. Thinking of how she'd deliberatly stuck it there got me, well, thinking of her, and then I couldn't sleep because I was too busy getting all hot and bothered from thinking of the kiss.
So I'd woken up today sleep-deprived and still in angry turned-on mode. It didn't help that Sadie seemed intent on pretending I didn't exist. Then I remembered something.
"Hey Sadie." She only spared me one startled glance when I approached her, and then she fixed her eyes on the brick she was painting. "You remember our little bet right?" Her brow furrowed. She didn't remember. "Think back. Yesterday. I told you I'd go to the party if..."
She dropped the paintbrush. Finally, she met my gaze. "No. No. Come on, Luke-"
"Uh uh uh." Smugness lifted the corners of my mouth. "I'm waiting."
Her jaw rolled as if she was chewing on something unpleasant. Eventually, she spat out, "Your shoes...are...shiny." she finished lamely.
I shrugged, grinning as I loped away. It was a start.
For the rest of the day, Sadie was forced to say compliments to me. They weren't very good ones, but seeing the anger on her face was satisfaction enough. At around four o'clock, when Sadie was heading to her car, the twins got her again. Water balloons. I vaguely thought that Aunt April-the twins' mother-wouldn't appreciate the new words the twins were learning from Sadie.
"Hey Abel," Leon giggled at his brother. "You're a 'little jackass'!"
"Haha, Leon, fu-"
"Hey hey hey!" I interjected. "Watch it."
The twins ran away laughing. I arched a brow at the damp Sadie. She flipped me off before getting into her car and driving away.
I sighed in relief as I made my way back to the house and began putting away all the supplies. I wouldn't see Sadie two entire days because of the weekend. Thank God.
As I eased down onto my bed, I thought about how weird it was that, a week ago, I hadn't known who Sadie was.