cold december days in june

one

//PRESENT
Luka's Pov:

I hate him. I despise him. Who does he think he is? He probably thinks that he's the shit and that every girl chases after him.

I carve my name in the school desk, next to the Edding dick, that was drawn there by Maxi last week.

But the truth? He didn't get laid since Susanne at this stupid party.

I hate thinking about this evening.

He broke my trust. We were best friends since we were in fucking diapers and then he betrayed me. He fucked her while i was in the other room watching his little sister.

I trusted her too. But oddly i wasn't really mad at her when they slept together, i don't know why. It was him. He did this. Why did he do it? I don't tell this to anyone but i often cry about this at night.

Anger starts recoiling as he comes in the classroom.

I hate him. He is so pretentious how he just walks in pretending he's the king when in reality it could've been us both.

We were known as one. Always Ben and Luka. We had so much fun, everyone liked us. Until the party.

I don't understand why he did it, the fucking prick never gave me an explanation.

Alex is copying my Latin homework next to me so he doesn't notice my jaw clenching and my scratching at the table which became extremely aggressive.

He's standing there surounded by some girls in our class. They are so annoying.

Since the incident at the party, he got even more popular, but the bad part: i became a looser. People stopped talking to me and i still don't know why.

"All done, thanks mate you saved my ass! That bitch would've killed me if i forgot the homework again.", Alex exclaimes, tearing me out of my deep thoughts right before i got to think about how i could murder him the best.

Slicing his throat?

Too messy.

Punching him in oblivion?

Too exhausting.

"Whatever.", I grumble back at him. I really love Alex he's the only one that still speaks to me. I probably should stop being a grumpy bitch towards him, he didn't do anything.

I look at the clock, the moment i do that, the bell starts ringing.

You can hear some sighs roaming trough the room which makes me chuckle.

Everybody stomps to their desks and sits down.

Except him and his bitches.

They keep standing there, and the teachers desk, because they are too cool to listen to the bell.

I stare at him. His icy blue eyes catch mine and the anger in me starts again.

We hold eye contact for a few seconds and that little bastard has the audacity to smile at me. It isn't a genuine smile, of course not. It's a devilish smile.

‚See, I'm the one who's popular not you. First i fuck your girlfriend and now i am the favoured one. Take that you little bitch'

That's exactly what that smile says.

I flinch at the sound of the door being opened and break the eye contact.

Our Latin Teacher walks in.

I hate her. Her whole demeanor just screams ‚BITCH'

"Why aren't the windows opened? Do you all wanna die on lack of air?" She spits not even one step trough the door.

Maybe because it's 8 a.m. In december. And it's fucking freezing with pissing rain outside. Just think.

"Girls and Ben, got to your seats, the bell has already rung."

He just looks at her and begins to chuckle disrespectfully.

He's such an ass and just making it worse for everyone in this room by putting her in a bad mood.

I let out a frustrated groan and Alex begins to smile. He knows how much i despise him.

Ben settles down behind me and pulls out his latin book.

I thought i wouldn't hear from him again this period and it wasn't until he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"Hey princess, missed you and your little girlfriend over the weekend."

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