A/N: Hey all! This was written earlier this year by my friend, LynnScythe (yes that's her username, look up her awesome story!), and myself. There may be few mistakes as most of this was written in a little brown book with a cartoon on the front in the middle of the night. It was written paragraph by paragraph. I wrote Claire's part and she wrote Luke's part. We had no input to what each other were writing, other than the paragraph we wrote before theirs... (That made no sense) If you have any questions about how this was written, feel free to PM me or my friend. Enjoy my friends, enjoy!
Walking down the aisle, Claire saw him. Brown hair, blue eyes, tanned skin. She knew it was. It had to be. Right here, in this shop- shit, he was back!
Luke froze. He didn't know how, but he could feel her eyes on him. Her stormy, blue eyes. He turned and saw the flash of jet black hair and light, pale skin as she ran from him. His mystery girl was back.
How, how, could he be here? Why was he here? Claire thought as she ran from his gaze. She could feel him searching for her. If only she'd stayed longer last night. If only they could have talked longer.
Why am I running? I want to see him! Claire knew why. She was scared.
Why the hell was she running? Luke thought. Last night had been the best of his life. He should've asked for her name, but no! He had to be a complete idiot and wait until he woke up alone and remember to ask. I've got to ask her now.
As Claire ran through the shopping centre. Trying to lose the sexy man following her. So tempted to just give in. She turned a corner. Dead end. Shit! Claire turns to see those smouldering eyes staring gently at her.
"What's your name, mystery girl?" His husky voice spoke.
He'd trapped her.
The girl looked like a trapped mouse. A cute trapped mouse. Her eyes darted from side to side, as she squeaked, "Claire."
"Claire," Luke said, tasting the name on his lips. "I like it."
"That's good. May I please go now?" Claire's eyes shifted to Luke's.
"But, don't you want to know mine?"
"No." She said, but her eyes betrayed her.
"It's Luke." He grinned.
"Wh-what do you want?" She stammered.
"That's simple." He leaned in until his lips were a centimetre away from hers. "You."
Last night, when Claire arrived at Emma Johnson's party with her best friend, Tara, she knew this would be different. What she didn't know, was that she would meet a guy, Luke as she knew now. A guy who would turn her world upside down and spin it around. A guy with the looks, the attitude and the skills. But, looking at this boy's face now, all the lust and excitement from last night was gone. All she felt was fear.
Last night, when Luke's best friend, Emma, dragged him down to her party, he honestly hadn't wanted to go. He had better things to do then stand around and watch people get drunk. Or so he thought. He hadn't anticipated meeting Mystery Girl, whose shy personality stood out from all the party-goers. He'd talked to her, kissed her, even took her home. But last night, they both had one drink too many. He was frightening her now. It was time to back off.
If Claire was going to do something now, it had to be witty. She'd waited too long to flirt, but not long enough to be silent. Something simple, that catches him off guard.
"How old are you?" She asked suddenly. She watched his face carefully. Nothing changed, so she waited.
What the hell? Luke thought. He'd been standing here, thinking about their night and she'd been thinking of his age? Did she really not care?
Unless... He smiled.
"19, sweetheart. A year over you." Claire's eyes widened and her breath caught in her throat. His mouse may have claws, but she was caught in Luke's.
Claire placed her fingers lightly on Luke's chest, tracing a careful, small heart. She looked at him through her lashes. Although she looked playful, Claire's tone was icy.
"Don't call me sweetheart. Last night was a mistake." A lie. She traced her fingers up his neck and onto his jaw, up to his earlobes. A small groan escaped Luke's lips.
"A mistake I will repeat any time, my dear." Luke whispered.
As soon as he spoke, he regretted it. Claire brought her palm over his cheek, leaving a red mark, and walked off.
God I hope that turned out like I hoped...
Luke brought his hand to his cheek and stared after Claire's midnight hair as she walked off. How would it feel to run his hands through it again?
Whoa boy! Calm down. The girl just slapped you. Usually that's a no.
No. It was a challenge.
A/N: Well, there you go. As you can see LynnScythe is a much better writer than i. I apologise for mistakes, as I mentioned it was written at midnight, and I am not amazing at checking over it. Also, the later chapters are better written 'cause this bit was written at a sleepover, whereas the rest was kind of written at home and swapped when we saw one-another. Anyways, review so we can make changes, and we know you guys love us. And PM if questions. THANKS! NEXT CHAPTER SOON!