That Popular Guy, Yeah, I Destroyed Him - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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I dashed from building to building, flinging open doors, pounding on them, shouting Luke's name.
Finally, I spotted him—alone in an empty classroom on the top floor, perched on a desk, lazily watching the basketball game through the window.
Parker wasn't on the court.
And Luke was locked in.
"Why are you here?"
He turned, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "How'd you even find me? Thought you'd bail once you saw I wasn't playing."
I slammed my palm against the door, glaring through the glass. "Seriously?! You're just sitting there like nothing's wrong? What if nobody came looking for you?!"
A slow grin spread across his face. "But you did."
He shoved the door—locked.
"Parker played dirty. Lured me up here and jammed the lock. Whatever. The janitor'll swing by eventually."
I wiped my nose. "I'll go get him."
"Hey, hold up."
Through the window, Luke lounged on the desk, that stupid smirk still in place.
"Kinda feels like Romeo and Juliet, huh? Star-crossed lovers, separated by glass."
I snorted. "Yeah, if Romeo was built like a grizzly bear."
The door finally creaked open—long after the game had ended.
I knew how much Luke had prepped for this. How much it mattered.
After a few steps, I blurted, "Luke… I'm sorry."
He glanced back. "For what?"
"If it weren't for me, Parker wouldn't have come after you."
The fourth-floor hallway was dead silent.
Everyone else was outside, our footsteps echoing too loud.
Luke chuckled, nudging me. "Damn right. So? How're you gonna make it up to me?"
I froze, actually considering it—until he laughed and slung an arm over my shoulders, tugging me along.
"Relax. I'm just messing with you. Since when do I keep score?"
I remembered the infirmary. His quiet "Then how about you look at me?"
I still didn't dare ask—look at you how?
His scent was simple. Laundry soap. Sunshine.
His arm was warm, heavy, like it wasn't just my shoulder he was pulling—but something deeper, something wild and fluttering beneath my ribs.
My pulse thudded in my ears.
Then—
"Careful!"
My foot slipped on the stairs.
Finally, I spotted him—alone in an empty classroom on the top floor, perched on a desk, lazily watching the basketball game through the window.
Parker wasn't on the court.
And Luke was locked in.
"Why are you here?"
He turned, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "How'd you even find me? Thought you'd bail once you saw I wasn't playing."
I slammed my palm against the door, glaring through the glass. "Seriously?! You're just sitting there like nothing's wrong? What if nobody came looking for you?!"
A slow grin spread across his face. "But you did."
He shoved the door—locked.
"Parker played dirty. Lured me up here and jammed the lock. Whatever. The janitor'll swing by eventually."
I wiped my nose. "I'll go get him."
"Hey, hold up."
Through the window, Luke lounged on the desk, that stupid smirk still in place.
"Kinda feels like Romeo and Juliet, huh? Star-crossed lovers, separated by glass."
I snorted. "Yeah, if Romeo was built like a grizzly bear."
The door finally creaked open—long after the game had ended.
I knew how much Luke had prepped for this. How much it mattered.
After a few steps, I blurted, "Luke… I'm sorry."
He glanced back. "For what?"
"If it weren't for me, Parker wouldn't have come after you."
The fourth-floor hallway was dead silent.
Everyone else was outside, our footsteps echoing too loud.
Luke chuckled, nudging me. "Damn right. So? How're you gonna make it up to me?"
I froze, actually considering it—until he laughed and slung an arm over my shoulders, tugging me along.
"Relax. I'm just messing with you. Since when do I keep score?"
I remembered the infirmary. His quiet "Then how about you look at me?"
I still didn't dare ask—look at you how?
His scent was simple. Laundry soap. Sunshine.
His arm was warm, heavy, like it wasn't just my shoulder he was pulling—but something deeper, something wild and fluttering beneath my ribs.
My pulse thudded in my ears.
Then—
"Careful!"
My foot slipped on the stairs.
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