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A few knocks on the door pulled my attention way from my phone. I paused the tiktok i was on, and contemplated actually getting up to open it.
Then, a message appeared at the top of my screen, "open the door." Luca demanded.
I scoffed at his usually demanding antics and threw the blanket off of me and moped to the front of the dorm.
"who is it?" I played, well aware of who it was.
"The Grim Reaper if this door doesn't start to open," I heard his voice vibrate through the wood of the door.
I tried to recall a time Luca didn't go through with a threat and failed. I opened the door revealing a comfortable looking Luca, an almost desperate look drawn on his face.
"is there something wrong—"
"So, how has life been on your end?" Luca stormed into my dorm. I shut the door behind him slowly out of confusion and turned back to him, "uh, fine?"
He examined the room, "mm, and where's jeremiah?" He questioned.
"I forced him to go to class. which was hypocritical because i'm not even going." I hesitantly responded.
"right." He walked over to my bed where I was previously laying at and just sat. He let out a heavy and exaggerated sigh, indirectly telling me he wanted something.
it's always him.
I gave him a side eye assisted by a glare and walked back to my bed. I laid down in the same exact position I was in before and continued doing what I was engaging in earlier.
Luca let out another sigh, looking at me with pseudo-sadness in his eyes and dramatically laid flat on the bed.
don't even play into it.
I only glanced at him before snuggling into my heavy blanket and resuming on my phone.
"Sigh!" He verbalized it this time, now making me respond, "Luca I speak english, not huffs of air." I informed him calmly, not really phased by his dramatics.
"do you hate me?" He wondered in a light tone.
I released an exhale of my own and turned my phone off. I didn't shift from my position, frankly, it was comfortable.
"why would I hate you luca?" I replied back indifferently.
"you're withholding information that I helped you obtain," He riddled me.
I scrunched my eyebrows and fell confused for a few moments, "what the hell are you talking about?"
"Sigh!" He repeated—now beginning to piss me off, "you hate me,"
I turned off my phone and actually started to think of what he could be talking about. Without a single clue, I perked up my eyebrow at him in confusion, "how do you want me to tell you what happened and i don't know what you're talking about. Close mouths don't get fed, Luca." I mumbled.
