Petals and Thorns / l.h ??

~Juno's POV~

Luke and I sat together in silence for a few minutes, one that was oddly comfortable, but I eventually decided to break it. I needed to try to like him, just like my mom said, and to give him a chance, just like Reba said. I knew he liked making me angry, but I was trying my hardest not to judge him off of that. Some boys just had different ways of speaking to girls, I guess, and his certainly wasn't the worst. At least he wasn't insulting me or anything. He just teased and was playful.

"How old are you?" I asked him eventually, peering up at him curiously while he watched Spongebob with Anais, who was still in her jumper. He looked over at me and raised a brow, looking a little bit surprised that I had not only spoken to him first, but asked something to get to know him more. I couldn't blame him for that, either. I had not been very kind or welcoming towards him, after all.

For a moment, Luke was just quiet, peering down at me with a thoughtful look on his face. Then, he spoke. "I'm twenty three." He answered, his blue eyes peering into my own. I felt a warmth in my cheeks as our gazes stayed interlocked, an intense feeling of shyness consuming my body because of how strong and almost invasive his gaze felt burning into mine. It was as if he could see right into my soul, like he could see right through me.

"What about you?" He asked back, cocking up a brow at me curiously. I bit my lip and fiddled with the fabric of my shorts, forcing myself to keep our eyes interlocked with his. "Eighteen." I responded softly, making him hum and his lips twitch up. "Makes sense. I kinda figured." He said with a little smile. I hated to admit it, but he had a very pretty smile. It was perfect, even down to the little dimple he had, the shape of his teeth, and the bright white of his smile.

"Then why ask?" I huff, the slight sass in my tone causing him to chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Because you asked me." He responded simply with a shrug of his broad shoulders. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, his eyes falling down to my chest just a second later. The way his eyes focused on my breasts and his lips twitched up made my face flame bright red, heat in my cheeks. I couldn't believe he was so openly and brazenly just...looking at my breasts, like it was no big deal. How embarrassing!

"Trouble, huh?" He teased, confusing me at first. My brows furrowed and I cocked my head to the side, unsure what he was talking about until he pointed his finger towards my chest. I looked down at my shirt and was reminded that it said 'trouble' in big black letters right across my chest, causing me to flush. Duh. Of course he wasn't actually looking at my breasts, just my shirt.

"Oh." I breathed, looking back up at him again. I felt very foolish, embarrassed that I had assumed he was checking me out like that. He chuckled and gave me a playful smirk, surprising me when he scooted closer to me on the couch. "Yes." He grinned, causing me to bite my lip and I felt my heart weirdly begin to beat faster in my chest, blushing. What was wrong with me? Did I have a crush on him or something? The thought made me cringe slightly. There was no way I had crush on him. He just...overwhelmed me because he was attractive, that's all.

"Are you trouble, Juno?" He hummed playfully, the tone of his voice making me blush brightly. I flushed as he grinned at me deviously, his left arm propped against the back of the couch while his other reached out and he placed his right hand gently on my knee.

I inhaled deeply in surprise, peering up at him with wide eyes as my heart pounded faster. "I-I..." I stammered out and he grinned wider, purposefully leaning closer to me, making me all the more flustered. He was of no help to me trying to control these odd feelings I was having. I didn't understand them. I had not been so flustered around someone before, around anyone before, come to think of it.

When he softly squeezed my knee and his warm breath fanned over my face, I snapped out of the trance that I had suddenly been put into. I suddenly realized just what was happening, that he was probably fucking around with me again, causing me to scowl up at him. "For you? Yes," I snapped, smacking his hand off of me. "If you keep being a douchebag." I added with a little snark.