It All Started With Hate

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Hi, loves! Today is my birthday & I am now 19 y/o! 🎂 Since these next few chapters are my favorites, I made a little gift to both you and me. A triple update! I hope you enjoy all three chapters & I am now off to eat cupcakes!!🤍

"I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes." — Unknown

Warning: mature scenes 
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Chapter 70
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Maggie

The girls and I swapped humored looks as the boys, who were failing so far, attempted to achieve the perfect dough.

"Why the fuck is it still sticking?" Luke growled down at it, his brows scrunched as he attempted to lift the dough from the counter.

I stifled a giggle, leaning back into the counter. At my amusement, Luke jerked a glare up to me that only increased my laughter.

"Go slow," I advised through it.

"I am going slow," he whined, raising his fingers that were covered in dough. "The flour isn't working."

Laughing, I stepped closer, grabbed his hand, and started to tear the dough from his fingers. I squeezed his hand in mine, earning the best warmth of my life when he twined our fingers together.

Just as the dough tore from under Kade's roller for the thousandth time, he cursed, then threw it to the side. It started to roll off of the island until Kimberly caught it.

He shoved a hand through his hair as he glared down at the ruined dough. "Bullshit. Nothing, but bullshit."

Kimberly chuckled, going to his side and placing the roller back down on the island. "Hey." Wrapping an arm over his waist, she nodded down at the dough. "You're doing fine. More than that, really. No one gets it perfect on their first time." His frown remained wedged in place as she pecked his lips, but it calmed his grouchy expression down significantly.

It had been four days since our confessions at the fire pit. The tensions between the boys had definitely settled a bit, which was good. It wasn't entirely okay, but it was better than what it was.

Luckily, my period had come to an end two mornings ago, as well. As abrupt as it was, Luke had made handling the pain and the discomfort seem effortless for me. Now that it was over, it also gave me more of a chance to join the activities.

Despite the cold, we went touring the town a bit, skiing, and rented snowmobiles, before heading back to the house for a homemade dinner that wasn't really homemade since we picked it up from a restaurant, and just brought it back here.

While we ate, the girls and I suggested we watch a horror movie. The boys had accepted, and sworn up and down that they would be the ones consoling us through the movies.

It was bullshit.

Not even thirty minutes in, Luke was hauling me into his lap, hiding his face in my neck, and refused to tear himself away from me, afterwards. Levi was misty eyed and fidgety from all of the jump-scares, and wouldn't leave the room by himself. Kade was hiding under his and Kimberly's blanket and had his face turned into her chest, and used the excuse of being sleepy. They all had bullshit reasoning, but the moment another jump-scare came, they all nearly gave the girls and I heart attacks from how loud they cursed. Levi even tried to run, but ended up tripping over his and Raven's blanket.

After we had our fill of laughter, the girls and I offered to switch movies. They all suggested The Lion King, but none of them would get up on their own to refill the popcorn or anything unless one of us went with them.