Angelica's pov
I woke up with several missed calls from Luke.
I just ignored them and stayed in bed.
Last night ran through my mind.
Why would he do that?
Does he like me?
He's probably wondering why I pulled away.
I can't go through this whole process.
Kiss, fall in love, get your heart broken.
It's way too much for me.
I got up, and dressed, so I could walk to the nearest diner.
I locked the door to the house and started my walk.
As I was walking I heard a familiar voice coming out of the car that had stopped next to me.
"Angelica!" Michael called.
"Hey Michael."
"Where are you going?"
"To get breakfast."
"Hop in. I'll go with you," he insisted.
We drove in complete silence, until he asked. "What happened with you and Luke last night?"
Uh oh.
"Nothing," I lied.
"Actually, I already know. What I want to know is why you pulled away," he told me.
"It's hard to understand," I sighed.
"Okay. I won't force it out of you. But just to let you know, it's tearing Luke apart, and I don't like seeing him like this," he said.
Does he really care that much?
"Why did he kiss me?" I randomly ask.
He shrugged, "I don't know. But I think he has a little crush"
"Haha funny," I sarcastically said.
"What? It's possible for somebody to like you." He said.
I shook my head, "Not for me. Nobody would ever have a "crush" on me. "
He rolled his eyes, "Shut up. You're so insecure." Then he started singing ;
"You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning he-"
"Shut up" I said, covering his mouth.
We got to the diner and sat down.
I picked up the menu and looked at what they had.
While I was looking, Michael was texting, while having a wide grin on his face.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked
"Nothing," he smiled.
"Hello what can I get for you two, today?" A waitress asked.
"I'll have the pancakes, please," I ordered.
"And I'll have the waffles, hash browns, and scrambled eggs." He told the waitress.
"Any drinks?" She asked
"3 coffees, please" he said.
"Okay. I'll be back with your orders," she smiled, taking the menus.
"Why 3?" I suddenly asked.
"You'll see." He grinned
"Ahh he's here," Michael said looking at the door.
"Wh-" I stopped when I saw who was at the door.
"Hi," he awkwardly said.
"Hi Luke."
"Come sit," Michael said, patting the seat next to him.
The waitress brought our food and drinks to the table, and we started eating in silence.
I tried my best not to make eye contact, or else it would be to awkward.
It was silent until Luke started talking "Angelica, I've been wanting to talk to you abo-"
I left before he could say anything else.
I started walking down the block.
I wish he could just move past what happened last night.
It didn't even mean anything.
"Angelica!" Luke shouted, catching up to me.
"Why are you acting like this?" He asked, catching his breath
"Luke, I've been through this whole process before, and let me tell you, I hate it. I absolutely hate it," I said.
"What process?" He asked, confused.
"The one where two people kiss, and that one kiss leads them to fall in love, and one gets their heart broken. And I'm always the one to get the broken heart," I explained.
"Gel, it was a kiss, a simple kiss. And if anything happened to us, I would never break your heart." He sighed
"Just a kiss? So it meant nothing?" I asked.
"Ugh no I mean-" he started but I interrupted him.
"It's fine. I was just asking if it was just a kiss to you," I told him.
"Yeah yeah. Uh I just wanted to see how it felt kissing you. That's it" he stuttered.
"Okayy," I said.
"Oh, get over yourself," he laughed.
"Nah." I smiled.
"Let's get back before Michael eats all our food," he smiled.
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I was walking up the driveway of my house, when I saw a familiar face standing at my doorstep.
"Jack? What are you doing here?" I asked.
"We need to talk," he said.
"I have nothing to say to you," I told him, as I walked into my house.
His nails sunk into my right arm, and he had a tight grip on me.
" I told you we need to talk!" He yelled.
"Let go of me! You're hurting me!" I shouted.
"Good!" He said.
By now I could tell he was drunk, again.
"Get off or I'm calling the police!" I yelled.
"Fine" he let go, "but I'm gonna make sure we talk. Watch your back, Peters," he spat.
I looked at my arm and red marks, scratches, and blood was all over it. So I headed upstairs to clean myself up.
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I feel like this chapter sucked. I'm sorry.
Xx Love you all xx
