Chapter 82: Dysfunctional

"You finished," Luke told me, kissing me all over my neck and down to my collarbone, "Proud of you." His words muffled between kisses. If I get this much attention after every test, then I'll stay in school forever. I leant towards him and my hand accidentally pressed the window button. It started to roll down, but we were too busy making out to notice. Until a girl squealed, "Is that Luke Dawson?!" He looked up, shoving his hair back. A girl was gawking at him and the people around stared. While Luke's other hand rested against the seat, he reached out and, as the girl kept talking at him, he pressed the button and the window rolled back up. "Luke, can you-" He waved as the outside voices were drowned out. I sat up from underneath him, adjusting my shirt. Luke leaned back into the driver seat of his car and exhaled. He smirked at me. We'd gotten a bit distracted. We were still in th