Love To Hate You | 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚜 ❈

Thirteen

JACK
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Thursday afternoons might be my new favourite day of the week. I was beginning to love them and even more than Saturdays, and that was saying a lot. Why did I love Thursdays, so much?

Lyla jumped in my car, tossing her back pack into the back seat with a bright smile and a sigh. "I'm so glad school is over!"

I grinned mischievously. "Because now you get to spend time with me?"

She glared at me flatly, before stealing my auxiliary cord and playing some dumb fuckin Taylor Swift shit. I always forget she's a girly girl, then she plays her shitty music. I couldn't ever tell her I hate it though, because I loved watching me smile and dance in the passenger seat, and I loved when she sang to me in a ridiculous voice, leaning across the dash to get in my face.

I'd always laugh, pushing her away and telling her I was driving, and had to concentrate, fully knowing she'd come right back, and touch my neck, or my hair, or my face. If I was really lucky, I'd get a kiss on the cheek.

Lord, help me, I wanted her so badly.

Today we were listening to her dumb music, but she was signing quietly while she skimmed her English notes from class that day. Nerd.

"Put your homework away you fuckin' dork," I told her, whining.

She frowned. "No, Jack, I've gotta study."

"Study later," I argued, my voice childish and nagging as I snatched her book from her smaller hands and threw it in the back of my car with a victory smirk.

She turned to me, feigning anger. "What do you want, Hughes?"

I pouted dramatically. "Attention."

"You are such a baby!" She shouts, reaching into the back for her book once again, but it was clearly too far out of reach, because she turned back to face the dash, crossing her arms over her chest with a frustrated huff.

I grinned. "Says the baby, baby."

"I'm not a baby," she argued, sweet as ever.

"You're the cutest baby," I told her as we pulled into my driveway. And this was why Thursdays were my favourite. Lyla came home with me to "study" but I usually managed to get her to ditch the text books and instead watch movies in bed with me. I couldn't believe it, but we'd almost always end up in my bed, legs tangled and eating more junk food than we could handle.

Today, was different though, because my mother was home, which meant that Lyla had to meet her. She didn't know it yet. I was absolutely nervous as hell. Sure, we were just friends, still, she was the first girl I was bringing home to meet my mother. Ever.

I wanted Mom to like her, I wanted Lyla to like my Mom. I was also hoping my mother didn't open her big mouth and mention my ever growing feelings to the girl, or I'd be doomed. She didn't know how I felt, not yet, anyway, and for now I wanted to keep it that way. She was still trying to escape Reid, and was in no way ready to be with someone else. As much as I wanted to just pull her on my lap whenever we watched movies and kiss the hell out of her, I couldn't.

"Did Quinn get a new car?" Lyla asked innocently, cocking her head to the right as she saw Mom's car sitting in the driveways. I loved so much that she'd met my brothers, and that they liked her, although, I did not appreciate that they all ganged up on me and made fun.