Page 129 of Until We Burn
Diana.
She’s the priority here.
I nod my head. I sink my hand into my pocket and grip her hair clip, grounding my thoughts still.
Rowan keeps his steady hand on my shoulder before we both turn back to Luke and Sophia. They’re now sitting at a table with their drinks.
But they’re not locked in some romantic trance like we’d hoped.
Instead, their arms are flying around because they’re fucking arguing.
“I don’t care about the symbolism!” Luke argues. “Mr. Hewitt ruined Dear Mister St. Clair!”
Sophia’s fist banging against the table punctuates each word. “Hewitt was just trying to save Rosalie from her. Own. Terrible. Decisions!”
“Oh, here we fucking go!”
“Hewitt does questionable things for the greater good!”
From the corner, Diana and Stella watch their argument with concern. Diana snaps her attention towards me. Her eyes widen.
What the hell is going on?
But the argument is actually effective. Sophia is so heated with Luke’s opinions, she doesn’t even notice Diana and Stella slipping her phone off the table.
“I should be flirting with cute boys right now, not arguing about symbolism with you!” Sophia hisses.
“Hey!Youwere the one who followedmehere!” Luke accuses.
“Because you took my drink!”
“And? I’m not spending my hard-earned money to buy drinks for a Hewitt sympathizer.”
I drop my head into my hands.
“Why is he like this?” I groan.
“I ask myself this every fucking day,” Rowan grumbles.
Sophia scoffs in disgust. “I’m surprised you can even comprehend Jessica Lovelace since you clearly lack good sense.”
“Oh,Ilackgood sense? You?—”
Diana quickly pushes Sophia’s phone back onto the table and hurries away. Luke notices. He suddenly leaps to his feet and dramatically sweeps out his arms.
“Well, if you want to go, then fine!” He goads. “Don’t let me stop you from flirting with the entire club!”
“You know what? I will!” Sophia springs to her feet and jabs her finger into his chest. “I’m not wasting another moment with a brute like you.”
“Oh, ho.” A sardonic smile tugs his lips as Luke shakes his head. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy the first half, sweetheart.”
“I did not!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They’re standing so close now, the sudden contact makes them both tense.
