Luke was pacing around the dorm room for so much time it was almost concerning. No one was there to worry about him right now. He just broke up with his girlfriend after all. After weeks of Stacy looking at someone with sparkling eyes who wasn't Luke... after she stole someone else's clothes and kept them in her wardrobe...

"Fuck, why can't I just stop thinking about her already?" Luke groans, punching the wall as he forces his mind to get back to this girlfriendless reality. He glances at the clock yet again. 9:28 PM. Where the hell are you? That damned nerd spent almost all his time in the dorm room studying, and now that Luke actually needs to talk to you, you're not there. Of fucking course.

"Dammit, where are you?! Son of a bitch..." Luke snaps as he throws himself down on the bed, boxing into his pillow with frustrated moves. He felt like he was going crazy.

And then, he finally heard it. The faint sound of footsteps outside in the dormitory hallway, getting louder as they approached. The sound of you turning your key. And then the door creaked open, you walking inside without doing so much as glancing at Luke. You didn't say 'hi', didn't do anything. Just sat down by the desk and pulled out textbooks.

Meanwhile, Luke still sat on his bed, anger silencing him momentarily. He thought he planned this out in the past two hours, knew exactly what he wanted to say to you. To the guy who slept with his girlfriend. But now that you were actually here, Luke's mind gave up. He just wanted to cry and let the pain of the breakup take over. But that'd mean you'd see him vulnerable, the last thing he wanted. So he chose the mean and sarcastic way.

"Why coming back so late? Had fun with Stacy?" he asks you, words dripping with sarcasm.