Unmasked

Chapter 31

I am...sorry...
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You punched her?" Luke asked, his eyes widening.

"Yup," I popped the p.

"Why?" He inquired, his voice turning unusually high.

"She deserved it." I simply stated.

He rolled his eyes, and poured himself a small glass of whiskey. I nervously fiddled with the hem of my shirt, trying not to show my discomfort to the alcohol. Luke seemed to be like Yoda; the all knowing.

He didn't comment but never the less dumped it down the drain, and put the alcohol back into the cupboard. I didn't say anything and neither did he, each of us understanding one another.

"So, your not gonna tell me why you punched her?" He asked again, a questioning eyebrow raised while he tapped his finger on the counter. I sighed, yet told him anyways.

"She thought I was sleeping with her boyfriend." I grumbled, clenching my teeth in anger thinking back at the days events. "Blake?" He laughed, his eyes widening in humor. I muttered cuss words under my breath, picking at my nails to distract me.

He chuckled louder, holding onto his stomach for support. "It's not funny." I mutter, scowling at him. But my words only made him laugh harder, now he's holding onto the counter, trying not to fall over.

He recollects himself, brushing away the tears that fell. "Done now?" I ask, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. He nods his head, a grin stretched on his face.

A pair of steps thunder down the stairs, do these boys not know how to be quiet? I roll my eyes, noticing it was Blake while I walk into the living room. "Claire thought you and
I —" He motioned with his fingers between us as I grimaced and nodded my head.

He but the inside of his lip and frowned, "I'm gonna break up with her..." He muttered, turning back up towards the stairs again. My eyes widened as I chased after him, "don't break up with her just because of me — Shes a bitch but...you don't have to do that." I told him honestly, rubbing my arms slowly from being cold.

"It's not just that Quinn, she made me do things I didn't want to do." He mumbled quietly, pretending to play a game on his phone, even though he was only using it to distract himself. "What things?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously, digging my fingernails into my palm. He flicked his eyes up to mine for a second before stuffing his phone in his pocket.

"Doesn't matter, I'm also sorry about what I called you at school. To be honest that's not who I am, I guess society just pressures me to act differently. Still not an excuse." He apologized, keeping his eyes focused on the ground, not daring to look into my eyes.

"It's alright," I muttered, "but I still wanna know what Claire did?" I urged on, eagerness in my voice. He shook his head and walked up the stairs, "Maybe some other time." He mumbled, turning into the hallway and out of sight.

I sighed and let go of my tight hold on my hand, turning over to the couch and laying down. I scrolled through Netflix absentmindedly, searching for a movie to put on. I turned on the movie 'spider man homecoming' and laid my head on the pillow, wrapping the heated blanket around me.

My eyes dropped within minutes as I finally let sleep take over, turning into a nightmarish nap.

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I shut the front doors of the school, starting my trek home. It didn't take very long to get there, only about 15-20 minutes, just depending on the day. The snow fell down on top of me, each snowflake creating a different, beautiful pattern.