Chapter 8 - part 01

🎶.You can take me to a place 

Where we can be all alone 

I'll let you hold me 

'Cause you know me. 🎶

- H.E.R -

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# Jean's POV 

There will come a time when you feel like this is the moment that can change your whole life. And whatever decision you make, it will affect everything in your whole existence, for the best or the worst. Whether you're prepared or not, your life will spiral into a world of chaos and havoc, devoid of empathy.

As for me, I feel that moment is right now when I'm half sitting in Luke's lap and looking into his deep blue eyes in the dimlit private room at the club nonetheless.

I feel so lost and confused. I don't know what to do.

I know the answer to that question the very second I hear it come out of his sexy mouth. I just don't know if it will be the right answer for me.

I want to ask Kylen for an opinion since she is more of a pro in this kind of thing, but I can't even let my eyes stray away from him. His eyes captured my attention from the very start. They ask for undivided attention, and I feel obliged to do so.

One thing is for sure: I want to just say yes to him. All night long. But is that the right answer?

Am I going to look cheap if I say yes? 

Should I act cool and play hard to get? 

Or the better question yet, does he expect me to say yes? Does he really want this? Me?

Blushing at the bold thought, I can feel my cheeks getting hotter. Where does that confidence come from?

"Ugh..." I croak a voice that sounds more like a drunk cat and gulp nervously. 

What exactly are you doing, Jean? Get your act together and answer him, for goodness sake! 

Luke chuckles at me like I really amuse him. Excuse me, I'm not trying to be funny here, and your chuckles are really distracting. 

But that's beside the point. His laugh is just so dreamy—the way it glides to my ear like a blessing. He is a blessing to the human race.

"You are so cute when you're blushing and all flustered." He chuckles some more. His eyes sparkle with mirth, and I can only look at them silently while trying to capture this moment in my brain for reference later on. 

I must have taken a very long time to answer him because he says what he says next.

"I'll take that as a yes." Luke grins at me. His hand slides down to grab my hips and stands up, bringing me up with him. His hand lingers on my hip, giving me another jolt of electrics. This feels like a dream.

And I bet that I look so starstruck right now, staring straight at him with a dazed, dumbfounded look.

"Come on, Jean." Luke says as he grabs my hand and starts to lead me to leave the room.

Eh? Is he serious? We are really going? 

"Wait. Where are we going?" I mumble a question when I finally recover from the shock of Luke holding my hand, while at the same time Kylen asks me the same question. 

She finally looks up at me from her seat beside Alex. The word traitor is playing so loudly in my mind. She has been ignoring me the whole time after throwing me into the wild. Are you even still my friend, Lady?

In the meantime, I try to ignore the dagger-filled glares thrown at me from the girl that sits beside Luke. 

What are you going to do? It ain't my fault, girl. I want to say smugly to her, but I don't have that kind of confidence. Yet.

"Where are you going, Jeanette?" Kylen repeats her questions at me, using my middle name, with a sly smirk that creeps me out. 

What are those looks for?

"I'm going to take your friend to eat somewhere. I'll take her home safely, I promise." Luke answers for me. 

Aww. Can I swoon right now?

Kylen answers with just a nod back and a mischievous smile plastered on her face.

Uh-oh. What is she up to now?

"Call me when you arrive." I nod at her. 

"Also, be safe, J." Kylen adds with a sly smirk.

My jaw goes slack. My eyes widen with horror at the meaning behind her words. And my cheeks blush when I hear Luke and his friends laughing at our silly banter.

Oh God, this is humiliating! Is she really my best friend or not?

I scowl at Kylen for making this situation even more embarrassing than it should be, while Luke's busy writing something on his phone. Is he texting someone else while holding my hand? The thought sent a pang to my heart.

What does he think of me? What is this between us?

"Cover me up, Lex." He says to Alex, who nods back in answer.

Luke starts walking again towards the stairs to the back door with no more distraction, keeping me close behind him. I try to keep up with his fast and long strides while keeping my eyes down to our intertwined hands. 

How in the world could this be happening?

What kind of universe am I in?

My hand feels so warm, and tingles run down my arm. Does he feel it too? 

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Mini theater: 

Jean: Oh no, I'm shy. (／≧ω＼) 

Also Jean: _(┐「ε:)_❤