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     The next two weeks moved quicker than I had expected, and I was more ready than ever to move into camp. Luke and I had only spoken twice, only infuriating me more. We spoke once three days after our fight, and I was already furious that it took him three days to reach out to me. 

    I was sure that I could have handled the situation better, but I certainly wasn't being unreasonable. I deserved to know what was going on in his life -- past, present, or future. 

     He had knocked on my door, and my mom had answered, originally telling him that it was best for him to leave me alone. Without telling her specifics, I had made it clear that we were no longer together. She had seemed disappointed, even making a comment about how she really thought we were good together. It was hard to convince her without getting into specifics that it was for the best that we were no longer seeing each other. I was sure that I hadn't fully convinced her, though. 

    I had been lying on the couch in the living room, stretched out in pajama pants when I heard the knock. I yawned, my eyes glancing back to the movie I was hardly even paying attention to. I took another bite of my muffin, not moving. I looked over to my mom who was sitting in the chair across the room flipping through a magazine. She sighed loudly, letting me know she'd get up to answer the door, but she wasn't happy about it. 

     I was so thankful that she had answered the door instead of me when I heard Luke's voice, though. He had asked if I was home and then followed up by asking if he could see me. My mom had said that it wasn't a good idea, and I sighed in relief. For that split second, I thought that maybe I had convinced her that Luke and I weren't good for each other.

    What happened next proved otherwise. Luke had always been very good at convincing others to do what he wanted. He had used his cute puppy-dog-eyes on me several times, convincing me to watch his movie, to get up and get him the chips he wanted, to give him a back rub. It was rather impressive. I had learned how to say no to him, though. I had usually let him convince me to do what he wanted, but I had been willing to do any of those things without his eyes. I would have been a good girlfriend most of the time and do it willingly, but it always helped his ego to believe he had convinced me to do something I was dead set against. 

     I heard him start to talk, and I regretted my decision to not answer the door. It would have been much easier for me to say no to him and close the door than my mother. As soon as he started saying how his only goal was to protect me and make me happy, I knew it was a lost cause. 

     "She's in the living room," my mom explained. 

      He moved in, standing before me. I sat up, shooting my mom a glare. She only shrugged, mouthing that she'd be in the other room, before backing away. 

     "Hi."

     "Luke, you should go."

     "I wanted to apologize." I raised an eyebrow, and he continued. "I was wrong."

     "Yeah?"

    "Yes." 

     "So, are you going to tell me then?"

     "Tell you what?"

      "Wait. Luke, what are you even sorry about?"

     He looked at me. It was clear that he was only apologizing for the sake of apologizing. I did appreciate the gesture, but it was so clear to me that he wasn't going to tell me the one thing I wanted to know. I only rolled my eyes, pointing at the door.