As you walked past Luke, you couldn't help but notice his eyes following you, a flicker of longing in them amidst the sea of admirers. Hours later, when the school day ended, you found yourself seeking solace on the rooftop, a place where you could escape the chaos below.

As you stepped onto the rooftop, you was startled to find Luke standing there, his intense gaze fixed on you. Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you approached him, maintaining a respectable distance.

"I've been dying to see you, I haven't seen you around," Luke uttered, his eyes never leaving yours. Despite his attempt at nonchalance, there was an underlying desperation in his voice. He walked closer to you.

"I rejected them just for you, aren't you a lucky girl?" He reached for your face but you quickly back away.

With a sigh, you responded, your voice laced with frustration, "Rejecting them doesn't change anything, Luke. We both know where we stand."

Luke's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, a smirk playing on his lips. He took a step closer, closing the gap between them, his presence dominating the rooftop.

"Doesn't change anything?" Luke's voice dripped with mockery, his tone laced with a hint of neediness. "Rejecting them was never about changing anything. It was about showing you where my priorities lie."