All he could see was that face every damn time he closed his eyes. Oy, it just wouldn't leave his head. How could Luke do this? Because of some stupid jerk he had a crush on high school? He just couldn't get past it, for some reason. It was all he could think about lately. That argument at Lily's house, that look that Luke gave him. How was he supposed to know that the Dean would actually kick him out? He never ever thought that it would come to that. A public apology and resignation maybe, but expulsion never crossed his mind. And Luke actually blamed him! He didn't voluntarily call the Dean and Luke was caught anyway. He thought he could always trust him to do the right thing, obviously he was mistaken. But then there was the other stuff too. Like the cute half smirk Luke makes when he's trying to be cute, that powder fresh/woodsy smell of his, the spark in his eye when he talks about his writing, those adorable dimples, that laugh that makes everyone else want to laugh too, and those eyes. Damn those eyes that melt your heart and make Noah want to do anything he asks him to do.
It didn't matter how hard he tried, he was unabashedly, head-over-heels, over-the-moon in love with Luke Snyder. The boy who had seen him at his worst and still chose to be there. The guy who made him stop lying to himself, to feel loved and wanted, the one boy who could drive him up the wall and still somehow make him want to kiss him senseless too.
Then why the hell was I so stubborn? Yea, he stuffed the ballot box and cheated, but it's not like I never did anything wrong either. He kept up the charade with Ameera, I was trying to save her life, but it still hurt him to lie like that. If he could lie for me, why couldn't I do the same for him? I need him back.
Noah had made up his mind, he needed to stop running away from the one person who always fought to be by his side. He had it all planned out as he power walked to the Snyder house. How Luke would answer the door, surprised to see him, how he Noah would just wrap him in his arms and kiss him until he ran out of breath.
"Noah? What are you doing here?" Luke asked surprised, just as Noah suspected.
"I've decided I want you back. I-"
"You've decided? You've decided? Oh how lucky for me that you reached this decision. You know what Noah I poured my heart out to you in Java. I practically, no literally, begged you to forgive me and you said no. I laid it all out and you said that wasn't enough for you and now you've decide that you want me back? I'm done groveling to you and apologizing and waiting for you to decide that you want me. It's my turn now. So in the words of the infamous Noah Mayer: I need some space!" That did NOT go according to plan.
Noah stood outside the door slightly dumbfounded. He hadn't expected that, this was not the scene that had played out in his head. He knocked again. Attempt #2.
"Did what I just said not sink in? Go away." Attempt #2: failed.
Noah knocked again. Third time's a charm, isn't that what they say?
Noah walked back through Old Towne, face soaking wet. Apparently Luke had decided that throwing water in his face would convince Noah to finally leave him alone. He got the message. He would leave him alone...for today. But tomorrow Operation Baby Back would be underfoot.