My Obsession with Chloe Claire: BOOK ONE

Chapter Eight

Luke's P.O.V

Excitement ran through me as I entered Chemistry with Kason, which was weird because I had never been excited to go to class, but this was different. There was Chloe in that class, automatically making it something worth going to.

"Hey Hailee," I smiled to her as I sat down a seat away from her, making sure there was an empty seat for Chloe to sit in between us.

At first Hailee was unresponsive, her gaze fixed to her phone. Once she looked up, she immediately grinned and pushed up her glasses. "Hey Luke, hey Kason. How were your weekends?"

"Pretty good," Kason answered as he reached in his backpack, pulled out a notebook and a mechanical pencil. "Feeling kinda sore from practice yesterday, but I imagine Luke isn't. He's built like a fucking beast," he grinned as he punched my shoulder.

I smiled slightly and folded my arms as I turned in my seat, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I wouldn't say that," I said and ran my hands through my hair, my eyes attentive to the door. Practice wasn't so bad yesterday, but most of it was because I was already so used to doing those things.

"What else am I supposed to say? That you're not because you sure damn are," Kason argued with a smile on his face.

"Luke, you still haven't answered my question," Hailee said smartly, tucking a strand of her frizzy hair behind her ear. "How was your weekend?"

"It was‒" I began but got distracted by who walked in the auditorium. Her honey colored hair was one of her many distinctive features. My heart started to beat faster just by seeing her look up, and I noticed how this time she was wearing black leggings and a long, light purple shirt, complimenting her pale skin. I cleared my throat as Chloe walked up the steps and looked directly into my eyes. I took that chance to smile, but she immediately looked away, making my heart drop.

"Luke?" Hailee asked, folding her arms. "Aren't you going to answer me?"

I averted my gaze and looked at Hailee, whose eyebrows were raised questioningly. "It was pretty good, I guess."

Hailee rolled her eyes. "Pretty good you guess? Jeez like that sounds like it was fun."

"Hey Chloe," Kason greeted her as she walked in the aisle.

I glanced over and instantly smelled her sweet, almost floral scent. I had no idea if that was her perfume, lotion, or her laundry detergent, but whatever that subtle smell was, it was intoxicating.

Chloe smiled slightly and responded, "Hey Kason," with only the corners of her mouth upturned.

Kason sat up in his seat and smiled his goofy grin he sometimes got. "How was your weekend?" he asked, looking her up and down.

"It was okay," she answered as she stared at the empty seat in front of her. I wondered what was going through her mind at this moment. It bothered me the way she looked at the seat, almost as if she didn't want to sit there. "How was yours, Kason?" she asked as she carefully sat in the seat and unpacked her things.

"Like I told Hailee earlier, I am feeling kinda sore from practice. Coach Braxton has us training especially hard for our first game this weekend," Kason leaned forward in his seat to get a better look at her.

"You play football?" she asked, her eyes lighting up in surprise.

"I do," he grinned.

"What position?" she cocked her eyebrow in curiosity. It was interesting to say the least that she even asked the position he played. I didn't even know she was still interested in football. Well, how could I have really known when I haven't been able to really talk to her for the past six years.