What are you supposed to answer with that? All me and my awkward self do is turn around and pace the room.
"Let's get you changed," I say, going to his drawers.
"No no n-" Luke shouts as I open the drawer of his dresser.
I open the drawer and see three ziplock bags of balled up green plants.
All I can do is close the drawer and close my eyes, turning around to where Luke was.
"You weren't supposed to see that."
"I figured," I open my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You know you can't get high off cigarettes right?"
"That's how you were stoned the other day?" I point to the drawer behind me.
"Uh-huh," he nods his head.
"Ah," I also nod my head, awkwardly, sitting on the bed.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah," I mutter as Luke sits next to me.
"I'm sorry if that made you uncomforta-"
"That doesn't make me uncomfortable, Luke. I'm just still confused about why you are being like this when all it was was sex,"
"That's the thing! All you think is it was just sex, but to me it's more than that." He stands up, obviously angered.
"But we weren't thinking straight. We were on the verge of being drunk, it wasn't us."
"But sex isn't important to you?" He asks, running his hands through his hair as he paces in front of me.
"I always thought it was important," I shrug my shoulders, tears welling in my eyes.
Luke's persona immediately changes when he sees me on the verge of tears and comes to sit down next to me.
"Sam," he whispers, rubbing my lower back. "What's wrong?"
"I-I was sexually abused when I was nine years old." I wipe my tears, not wanting Luke to see me this way.
"Hey hey hey," Luke whispers, putting his hands on my hands sitting on my thighs. "You're okay. You're not going to get hurt here... I promise."
Before Luke can say anything else, I wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neck.
~*~
I leave Luke's dorm right when lights out was. When I got to my dorm, Sara was still there, laying on my bed and watching a movie on my tv.
"Took you long enough," she sits up from the bed, throwing her legs over the edge. "What happened?"
"Well I figured out you can't get high off cigarettes-"
"Dumbass," Sara mumbles under her breath.
I roll my eyes before continuing, "and we just talked about weird shit. Nothing interesting happened I guess,"
"Is he going to ask you to homecoming?"
"What does that have anything to do with this, Sara? We aren't even dating," I furrow my eyebrows.
"So! You two just need to date already," she rolls her eyes once again.
"Chill out, I don't think he even likes me like a girlfriend, boyfriend way," I shrug, taking my shoes off and falling down on my bed.
"You are so oblivious, Samuel,"
"That's not my name!" I groan in annoyance.
"Before you bitch slap me, I'm gonna go. Night, Samantha." She gives me a sarcastic smile before turning my lights off and leaving room.
