Mistaken Identity novel Chapter 58

Alex's POV

"What are you doing?" Luke said as he creep up on me for the millionth time. I guess that's his signature move.

I kept my eyes on the paper in front of me. "I'm TRYING to write a poem." I placed emphasis on trying after all, I am the worst poet on earth.

He laughed. I'm really am trying to write a poem but I am failing. I just couldn't find the right words.

"Let me see." I willingly hand over the paper, after all, he is a writer.

"The beauty of your silver eyes mesmerizes me." Luke read aloud then he start laughing hard, real hard. "Really dude. This is so lame."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Since you're such an expert, tell me what to write."

"I can't tell you what to write." I was about to speak when he cut me off. "But I can guide you." he then took a seat beside me.

"Fine, guide me. I need guidance. Literature wasn't one of my favorite subject." I clarified.

" Well, thanks for stating the obvious." I rolled my eyes at him. "What a shame too because it is mine!" Luke bragged.

"Will you please help me and stop gracing yourself. I know that you're a writer and you're awesome and all. I need your help to make my date be the most romantic ever."

"Okay, mate. It's nice that you're talking her on a date, I think that will improve the condition and she'll start trusting you a little more."

"Yea, that's true and that's why i want this poem to be great, since the first poem I wrote to her was a piece of shit."

" Okay, then let's begin. Tell me some of the things you like about her"

"I love her eyes, they're just so beautiful. I love her hair, it's so soft. I like her." Luke stopped me mid way through my sentence by placing his hands up.

"I know you love her and all but can you not get all dreamy. You look like a teenage girl talking about her One Direction crush on Niall Horan. Just tell me what you like, don't get all dreamy."

Okay, I can do that.

Can I?

I really don't know. I do feel like a teenage girl with a crush. Kalliyah's face is always in my mind. When I'm eating, working and even in my dreams, were I undress her slowly and make sweet love to her. Oh! I wish those dreams would come true. It would mean no more cold showers.