*Rachel’s Point of view*

“Obsession?” Luke followed me around the passage.

“I don’t know, but its anything but love,” I replied and started walking really fast.

“Obsession?” He repeated.

“Luke, go and get ready,” I replied, not turning back at him because I knew he was mad and I couldn’t stand him when he was like that.

“Obsession?” He repeated again.

I turned to him, irritated, I threw a fit at him, “What is your problem?!” I asked him in a loud pitch.

“Obsession!” He yelled and held my arm, really tightly, “You think this is an obsession!” his loud voice made me jump a bit.

He then dragged me in a corner, causing me to swallow all my life in a minute, I was shit scared and I totally regretted being free around him and jokingly saying its an obsession. It was a crush, just a crush. But he kept asking me out and I hated to say a no all the time. I hated saying a no in general and I just wanted to get rid of it without feeling guilty about it every goddamn minute, so I just kinda went with “obsession” so he would feel like a loser and move on, but oh, man, did I know it would get him so mad that he dragged me in a corner, staring me with those cold eyes, which craved for love and attention and care all the time, those eyes staring into mine, looking as aggressive as they could, I didn’t move nor did I tell him anything, I just stayed quiet and hoped he wouldn’t do something, well he wouldn’t, no matter how much of a jerk he is, he wouldn’t do something low, but hell would he scare me.

“How about I hurt you for not being with me?” He said, not looking away from me even once, “because I’m so obsessed!” He yelled causing me to flinch.

“Luke, you’re hurting me,” I whined trying to get out of his tightly gripped hands on my shoulder.

“I don’t understand it, I’m obsessed with you right?” He said tightening his grip, “Why would I care? You’re here! You’re with me! I’m so obsessed with you!”

“Ah, Luke, please,” I pleaded, “I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not!” He yelled, “Don’t fucking say that! Obsession? Do you fucking know what obsession is?”

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” I said in fear.

He stepped closer to me, “I like you, Rachel, for fucks sake! If you don’t like me, just say it! Just say it!” He yelled, “but don’t give me your dumb excuses and reasons, I hate that! Don’t ask me to change! Don’t do that!” He completed.

“I- I’m sorry,” I kept saying that, “I’m sorry, Luke.”

“You’re, you’re beautiful, I won’t hurt you!” His grip became loose and he stepped a bit too close to me, so close that I was scared he would read my mind.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, “I don’t know, I’m scared.” I said.

“Don’t be scared,” he said and brushed his lips slightly against my forehead causing me to tense up a bit.

“You – you just,” I continued, “You know,” I couldn’t figure the right words to say.

“Shut it out, Rachel,” he said, “people who talk about me just don’t know me”

I thought he was worth the trial, I mean, even if he turned into a total jerk, I didn’t have much to lose right? I wasn’t really attached to him and I don’t think that would be a problem because in 3 or 4 months this tour was over and I won’t have to deal with any of him.

“Okay.” I finally said.

“What?” He smiled his beautiful smile.

“I’ll go out with you.” I gathered all my strength and told him that.

“Yes!” He rejoiced, “I will go slow, I promise! I won’t push you into a relationship! Yes!” He said and grinned at me, “thank you,” he said one last time and walked away.

Well, if he was going to be this smooth, I don’t think I would regret being with him, right?

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