Guardian Angel \\ l.h.\\ Luke Hemmings

Chapter Thirty Two: My Fault

"I don't understand and you are certainly not helping me at all." I groaned, throwing my pencil on my worksheet.

"Cayden-"

"Don't 'Cayden' me." I rolled my eyes, "I don't even understand why you have to my tutor. We both don't like each other and we know it Lea."

"Well my mother suggested it would be for the best." She picked at her newly painted nails, which is what she has be doing for the past hour and a half.

I had a few select choice words for her but I bit my tongue back. It was two weeks since break has been over, two weeks since Luke has come back. I feel numb, the kind when you see everything, you know everything is going on but you can't feel it. It's like you are forever in the backround and can't ever seem to get out.

I missed him, I really did. I missed those late night conversations when I couldn't sleep, I missed his lame jokes, I missed his brightening smile. I missed everything.

And that he's gone, I'm noticing how much I smiled with him, I'm noticing how much I laughed with him, I'm noticing how happy I was especially in moments like this, where I am foriced to sit for hours with my irratating step sister.

When I came back from New York, Lea had dropped on me that Silvia decided herself that it was best for me to have my step sister as my tutor.

"Well obivously she doesn't know what's good for me because so far we have finished two problems and there's fifteen more to go." I was trying to cooperate with her I was, but she had the patience of a peanut. I know I wasn't the greatest at math but I just needed someone to at least slowly explain to me the concepts, that's all.

"Well if you would have been born with some brains maybe this would not be happening." She rolled her eyes at me.

I never, ever liked when people condensendingly made snide remarks about me whether to my face or behind my back; I never liked them. Words hurt, they were more damaging then bruises because brusies heal but words don't. I'm tired of the bruises.

I harshly closed my text book that was in front of me, "I don't know what the hell your problem is with me. I really don't."

She finally looked up from her nails to give me a chilling glare, "You really don't?"

"Yes." I hissed, "Ever since we meet you hated every fiber of my being. I have never done anything to you, never. I didn't even talk to you when our parents met because I was too damn shy!"

"How much of an idiot can you be?" She raised her voice at me, "Seriously how delusional are you?'

I clenched my jaw, "Enlighten me then Einstein because clearly I am too much of an imbecile to understand."

She virtually started screaming at me, "It's because you are so damn perfect. Everyone and I mean everyone fucking loves you. It's not fair, it's not fair at all."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

"Do you not remember the first day we met at my family reunion?"

"Dad I don't want to go." I pleaded to him for the millionth time since this morning.

He had been informing me all week that we would have to go to his girlfriend, of one year, Silvia's family reunion.

She was nice but she wasn't my mother and that's something that bothered me. I didn't want to see anyone else with my dad but I had no choice, his happiness meant more then me then my petty want.

"But sweetie it will be so much fun and you will get to meet Silvia's daughter. I'm sure you will have a good time." He tried to persuade me but I didn't want to budge. I had planned on hanging out with my friend Kelly but that terminated once I found out my dad had other plans.