Chewing down on my lip as I paced my bedroom, I tried to run my hands through my hair, but it was already in a half up half down do that Harry had kindly insisted to help with.

I was wearing my grey cropped west coast sweater, with my ripped from hip to ankle jeans. Harry had left just before I was willing to actually get off my ass and look for something to wear.

Her phone was off and she wasn't at home. I refused to ask Luca on what I should wear.

One, it was embarrassing, and two, I couldn't have him thinking I appreciated his fashion sense.

Could you imagine what that would do to his ego. I'm technically doing him a favour here, his head would most definitely explode.

Looking at myself up and down in the mirror, I huffed a sigh before staring at myself with a tight lipped smile.

Lowering myself to the floor, I reached for my ankle socks on the hamper, and struggled to bend my leg to try to put them on.

Someone knocked on my door in a playful tune, by then i was already laid on on my back with my leg stuck in the air as I tried to reach my foot.

"Come in" I said in a strained voice.

"I thought we'd start- what the hell are you doing." Planting my foot on the floor with the other, I propped myself up on my forearms to look up at Luca with a pout.

"Trying to put my socks on without breaking a leg?" My voice sounded as though I was asking a question instead on answering one.

"Come here." He said with a few chuckles.

Balling my socks up, I chucked them up at him and with one swift hand, he had caught them easily.

Sticking my legs up in the air, I tried not to wriggle too much as he tried to slide the socks on.

I had probably kicked him around 5 times,it's not my fault I'm ticklish.

"There you go." Smacking at the bottoms of both of my feet, I dropped them so my knees were tucked near my chest.

"Ouch, that hurt." I mocked with a tiny smirk on my lips.

Our earlier spack about him agreeing to go hang out with the suicide squad after he had clearly seen my horrendous expression - I had chased and pinned him down until he begged for my forgiveness.

And I may had punched him 1 or 2 times on his chest while I was at it.

Rolling his eyes, he stuck out his hand to help me up. Reluctantly, I took hold of his hand and he had pulled me up with ease.

Makes me wonder how I was able to actually pin down the oaf earlier?

"You ready to go?" He asked glancing down at his Rolex.

"If I say no, does that mean I'll be able to stay home?" I grinned widely trying to humour him enough so he would just give in.

Lowering himself to my height, i tried not to show my irritation, but he already knew that I thought his actions were patronising.

"Not a hope in hell, angel." Softly laughing at my less than impressed demeanour, he patted at my cheek twice before winking smugly. "Now put on your shoes and let's go."

And on that note, he straightened his back and chuckled under his breath as he exited my room.

Slowly letting go of the small breath I didn't notice I was holding, I turned to look at myself in my mirror for a finale time before grabbing my nikes.

"I'm gonna be super pissed if their fries taste like cardboard." I grumbled before leaving through my door.

•••••

"And then I said to her, like as if." Vanessa droned on about how one of her friends - Jessica - coincidentally found a bra in the back of her boyfriends car that Vanessa had lost just days before.

Poor naive Jessica.

I could only describe this moment as what it would feel like to listen in on a group of 12 year olds with serious personality disorders.

It was torturous.

They all began to burst out laughing in a tone not even Mariah Carey could reach.

Joining in just seconds after, my thoughts yet again began to get the better of me.

Did they believe all of this crap? Why were they even giving me the time of day?

Hearing my name echo at the back of my head, I let my day dreaming come to a slow halt and noticed how the echo was Vanessa trying to grab my attention.

The 4 other girls around the table were looking at me suspiciously, and as if I was an imvilid.

Perking back up, I stared back at Vanessa's made up face bright eyed and bushy tailed.

"Oh my god, I totally spaced out then." I said with a small tap to my temple. "What is it you were saying?"

For a second, I thought her smile had faltered and I had actually seen a real and non superficial expression on her face. But within a split second, she was back to bubbly self.

"We were just talking about Luca?" Drawing my milkshake closer to me, I looked over to the door to see him standing outside by the car with the other guys.

"What about him?" I said looking back at her with true confusion. Sipping at my cookies and creme milkshake, I tried not to moan like I had the first time when I tasted it.

Luca had to obviously make some sexual pun, receiving more laughs than the joke really deserved.

"Is he good in bed?" Spitting out my milkshake all over one of the girls opposite me - I think her name was Chantelle - her ear piercing scream had everyone in the diner looking our way.

Both of her hands were fanned out, hovering over the top of her chest as she looked down at her shirt in disgust.

Covering my mouth with both of my hands, part of me felt terribly guilty and apologetic, whilst the other half wanted to bang on the table with laughter.

I wasn't even able to mutter and apology as she got up and pushed through a couple of people to get to the bathroom.

Removing my hands, I looked at Vanessa not knowing what to do. "Should I go on in and blot at her chest or something?" There was a crease in the middle of my eyebrows as I thought over how this probably wouldn't have happened if Luca was by my side.

Vanessa had her arms crossed and rested on the table looking more intrigued as time went by.

"No no no." She meant forwards and cupped her hand on my shoulder. My eyes flickered from her hand to her friends, and then back to her. "Shanelle has always been soo dramatic if you know what I mean." She used her finger to to move in circular motions in parallel to her temple.

So I was close with her name.

"Oh okay." I could see that her friends had started to have a conversation amongst themselves. I'm guessing if the conversation isn't focusing on dick or bitching then it's no conversation worth having.

I leant in towards Vanessa, trying not to let them notice. "And if I don't know what you mean..?" I asked.

Chuckling, she caught on how I didn't want her friends to know I was asking asking something that made me seem out of the loop. So she made sure to keep her voice down.

"Rumour is that she skips out on meals and takes her moms bi-polar pills as a substitute." Leaning back, I looked at her with my lips parted and my eyes widened.

"I know right?" She whispered before popping a French fry in her mouth.

How did she even know that about Shanelle? I mean yeah they were friends, but that seems like something you'd keep very close to yourself.

"So.." She said in a tone that commanded the attention of the others. "You never said how the sex was with Luca?" All 4 of them were drawn forward, watching me like an animal in a caged zoo.

I was beginning to think that my blush was growing evident, as they all began to giggle lightly, looking between each other as they did so.

"Oh come on." Vanessa lowered her voice with a smirk. "It's just us girls."

How do I describe something that I haven't even experienced with anyone, let alone with Luca Evans.

"Oh you know." I said flailing my hand. I started to scratch at the hairs at the back of my neck and tried to act as casual as possible.

"No...we don't?" The girl opposite Vanessa piped up.

They all stared at me, waiting for me to elaborate on what I'm guessing they thought would be a wild, hot and steamy story of my sex life.

Oh if only they knew that my hymen was more intact than Luca's ego is to him.

Taking a small breath, I let both of my hands run through my hair and laid them back on the table.

"Well if you're dying to know." They each squealed with excitement and clapped like drunken seals. "It's, breathtaking?" I'm not sure who I was trying to convince more. Me or them.

They bobbled their heads up and down with excitement wild in their eyes.

"Like, when he holds me i just feel like I can let go of everything, you know?" I squinted my eyes and looked at Vanessa to see if she was believing any of it. I was convinced.

Well kinda.

It's hard to talk about something you've only read about in the romance novels your mom used to read a gazillion years ago. The only experience I had in that department were the fantasies I had made up in my head about zac efron.

"He's dominating, rough, directive, but he's also caring, sweet, selfless-"

"Yeah but what positions does he like? How long does he last?" Trying not to choke on the air around me, my eyes were slightly widened at what they were asking.

Biting down on my lip, I could feel a small amount of sweat start to build up on the top of my chest as I tried to think of any positions other than missionary and doggy style.

I should have known these girls study the karmasutra book like the Christian club follow the bible, I bet that's the reason why they're so damn flexible, isn't it?

About to start rambling about how missionary may be plain but damn sure is comfortable, Luca had unexpectedly looped his arm around my waist and pulled me towards his lips.

His hands travelled lower and lower down my back until it had reached my ass. My eyes widened as I felt his hand, but they had nearly shot out of my skull as he squeezed.

Biting down on his lip, he pulled back with a mutter of the word 'bitch'.

"Sorry baby, did I do something wrong?" I pouted up at him, still showing that I a had a smirk just waiting to be let loose.

"Not anything we can't fix later on." Gulping, I hadnt expected his voice to be so dark and dare I say sexy. How could he just turn that on and off like a bedside lamp.

I was still looking up at him in wonder as he spun us around to face the booth that now everyone was at. My lips were parted only slightly, and my eyebrows hardly drawn together.

"So what were you girls talking about?" He asked with humour in his voice.

He guided us in the booth, still not letting go of my waist.

"Sex." Vanessa said as bluntly as possible. Looking at her from the corner of my eye, her tone didn't match her full of energy and spirit look. Anyone would describe her as s bubbly ball of sunshine.

I agree, you get too close and you'll most probably get scorched to death.

"You'd definitely know all about that, Vee." Tyler, a guy on the baseball team retorted. He laughed as she lamely attempted to throw a French fry at him, but he had swooped down to try to catch it in his mouth.

"Too bad you don't." Her voice was smooth like velvet, but sharp like the teeth of a shark.

The whole table chucked and cursed - mostly from the guys - at her little insult.

It's like you could almost smell the stench of fragile masculinity in the air.

It was pretty strong.

The conversation began to flow normally after Tyler had leant over the table and gave Vanessa a rather fiery kiss. There was a lot of lip yanking.

Yes, yanking.

I was beginning to feel nauseous from all of the big headed and cocky shit that was leaving the mouths of them all. Sure some of it had actually made me crack a smile, but that some was only a small fraction.

"I'm gonna go to the toilet, 'scuse me." Practically climbing over Luca, I made a B-line to the toilets and closed the door with my back with a heavy sigh.

Dragging my feet over to the mirrors, I looked at myself with s tired expression. I wasn't even fooling myself.

If I couldn't fool myself, how the hell was I going to fool them. If I was going to ace this, I needed to put 100% into this.

"Come on Winter." I muttered under my breath.

Hearing the door swing open, I looked up looking puzzles for what felt like the 20th time tonight.

"Luca, what are you doing in here?" My hand rested on the edge of one of the sinks with the florescent light shining upon the side of my face.

"I think I should be asking you that same question?"

Letting go of the door, he took a few steps toward me before crashing his lips to mine.

Pulling back, I looked up at him breathless not being able to focus on a single thought.

"What are you doing, Luca?" I swallowed.

Turning me around, he pushed me back until my back was trapped against the sinks and his body.

"Shut up and kiss me" He whispered.

Letting his lips crash upon mine, I opened my mouth to find out he tasted like whiskey and cheap beer.

His hands gripped around my waist and lifted me to sit on the sink. My arms were looped around his neck, and I could feel his skilful tongue exploring my mouth.

Biting down softly on his lip, I didn't miss the low moan that came from the back of his throat.

We both heard the door swing open and scrambled away from each other like a couple of kids being caught playing 'show me yours'.

"Oh my god, so sorry." A middle aged women wearing the diners uniform chocked out as she held her hand to one of her cheeks.

"It's fine, I was just leaving." My words couldn't come out fast enough. I was embarrassed and extremely confused on why I had carried on kissing Luca like that.

I left him standing in the ladies toilet, panting and looking lost. I left the diner without saying goodbye, I probably looked like a ripe tomato right now.

Dear god what have I just done?