False Hope

CHAPTER 5

Luke's POV;

"Good morning ". I tell my father who is fully dressed as I enter the kitchen and he ignores me, focusing on the loaf of toast covered in jam in his hand.

"Are you ignoring me or something?" I ask him as I grab my cup and coffee.

"You shouldn't drink coffee once you wake up". He finally says and takes a bite from his sandwich. "And to answer your question, yes. I'm ignoring you". He says leaving the kitchen.

"Dad, listen. I appreciate all the things you've done to me, and I appreciate that you haven't dated any other woman after my mother, but I really don't want that girl. I don't want to date her but on the other hand I don't want to let you down. I really don't like her". I tell him honestly. "She's....she's even older than me". I add.

"I know". He turns around to face me. "I know you don't like her and I know that she's 2 years older than you. But you really know my situation now. You can't just leave her". He steps closer from me.

"We haven't even been together". I say harshly . "Let's just talk about anything else". I suggest.

"Actually, I'm hanging out with Eric". He says. Of course he's.
"Ohh".

"You wanna come?" He already knows the answer for that.

"I don't think that it's a good idea". I say sarcastically.

"I'll tell them you said Hi anyway". He says as he leaves the house before I can complain.

After Breakfast, I looked at my watch and it was 12 pm. I tried to remember the conversation between that blonde Becca and I yesterday but I don't remember that she mentioned the party's time.

Should I go now? What if there was nobody there? But if I went later, will the party still be on?

I decided on the first option. I'll go there but first I'll pass by Brooklyn's and see if he wants to come.

I jumped in my green shirt and jeans and stole my father's car keys from his desk and left my house. By the time I'm in front of Brooklyn's house it's 1:25. I knocked on the door twice before he opened the door.

"Whoowaa, what's up man". Brooklyn says and pats my shoulder.

"Good". I say as I take my place on the couch.

"What showed you up so early?"

"There's that party if you wanna come. In a Brock's place or someone". I say and grab the bowl of popcorn sitting on the table.

"Brat? Brat is his name?" He asks.

"Yeah, yeah. I think it was Brat. You know him?"

"Noo, but last week he was throwin' one and Carla was there". Carla, his fuckin' girlfriend. I dunno why he always mention her in every sentence.

"She said the place was good though". He adds.

"So, you're coming?" I ask.

"I dunno. Let me call Carla first". He says.

"Really? You're taking the permission from your girlfriend weather to come to a party or not?" I remark sarcastically.

"No, fuck no. I'm going to ask her if she wanna come, jerk". He says grabbing the telephone and dialing her number.