Blake's POV:
I didn't ... want to see him anymore. It's ... not right. It's ... just ...
He dosen't deserve me. He dosen't deserve the way I treat him. He really dosen't deserve this. The amount of times I've pushed him away when he tries to hug me. I can't even ... kiss him and have a meaning to it. I'm a popular ... That's no excuse. There isn't any excuse...
He deserves better then this. He really does. He deserves a better person then me. Someone who would hold his hand went they're walking down the street. Someone that would hold him in their arms and not be ashamed. Someone that dosen't care about their popularity at all. That's the ideal person that he deserves. Not someone ... like me.
I closed my locker door slowly and sighed. "Blake!" I turned around and saw Luke running towards me. I looked down. I can't even look at him anymore. "What's wrong?" He asked gently, trying to look at me. I looked up and smiled at him. A FAKE smile.
"Nothing," I smiled. "Nothing."
"You sure?" Luke asked with a puzzeled expression on his face.
"Positive."
"That's good to hear.. I don't want you to be upset or anything.. I made something for you."
As soon as he said that. '...something for you.' I felt as if a knife pierced through my heart. 'Why?' Luke took out a small box and handed to me. I smiled and said thanks as I took the box from him. I opened it carefully and saw some biscuits in it. Two faces. Chocolate was used for the hair. I laughed at it.
"It's bad isn't it?" Luke blushed. "I tried my best!! I really did!!" I laughed quietly and smiled at it. He smiled sheepishly. "I'm looking forward to tonight." I looked up at him. I stared into his eyes.
"About tonight," I began.
"What about it?" I took a deep breath. 'Maybe I should break up with him after the date..NO! That's just low..' I thought.
"H-how do you admit that your gay?" I asked,looking at the floor.
"Wh-why?!" Luke blushed.
"Out of intrest.."
"Are you...?"
I looked up at him. Silence. "NO!! NOOO!! Noooo! nooo.." I shook my head. Luke laughed at my expression. I blushed and went back on staring at the ground.
"I ... Well, it's about us," I started again.
"What about us?"
"Do you ... really really love me?"
"Why do you keep asking me this..?"
"Because ... I'm unsure.."
"You don't trust me? When I say that I do..?"
"I DON'T TRUST ANYONE!! I DON'T TRUST YOU!! I CAN'T TRUST ANYMORE!!! MAYBE I'M NOT THE ONE FOR YOU!! LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU HOMO!!!!!" I turned around and dropped the box onto the floor and ran away from him.
Luke's POV:
I watched Blake as he ran. 'Why did he say those things? Why did he do that?' I looked down at the biscuits he dropped. I turned around and walked outside...
Blake's POV:
As I heard the bell ring for hometime, I walked outside and saw Luke sitting on the wall. 'He dserves at least a proper goodbye,' I thought. I walked up to him and sat down next to him. He looked up at me scared as if I was going to shout at him again.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"It's ... okay."
"Thank you anyway, Luke." Luke grabbed my hand,with tears in his eyes and shaking his head slowly.
"Please ... don't ... " He mumbled.
"I ... can't ... "
"W-why?"
"I'm sorry," I got up slowly and my hand slipped away from his hand.
"Please don't ... leave me behind ... " I turned around and faced him. Luke looked down at the ground, crying. I lifted his head and kissed him. 'That would be our last moment...together,' I thought.
Who knew I would be wrong? I saw him again...
There ... overlooking in the sea. His head turned to face me, tears in his eyes...
