"How the heck could you not tell me you were their sister?" Luke said, wide-eyed and shocked. "No wonder you weren't suprised when I told you I was Eric's friend, you're their frickin' sister!"
"What are you doing here?" I coughed, I'm seriously doubting this is an allergy. How did I get a fever because of a spider?!
"I noticed you weren't at school so I decided to come and... " he was cut off.
"How did you find out where I lived?" I asked, curious.
"What do you mean I was here yesterday and the day before? "
"Yeah, I know" I rolled my eyes, "how did you know?"
"I have my ways." He smiled.
"Luke! Tell me!" I yelled.
"No! you tell me why you didn't tell me about being the sister of the most popular guys in school!" He yelled back.
"What's the point of knowing?" I spat.
"It's just... I thought we were... friends" he had a very hurt expression.
"Well, I wanted people to be my friend for me and not use me to get close to my brothers." That was partially true. I didn't exactly want people to be my friend. I never wanted people to know what I've done, it was all my fault, I never meant to...
"But I'm your friend because of you" he said, understandingly.
"A friendship is about what you say, and what you don't say" I said standing up and leaving the room to go inside the bathroom.
After my hour long shower I wrapped a fluffy white towel around me. As I walked out the bathroom and into my bedroom I noticed Luke just sitting on my bed, smirking.
"Looking hot, Peterson" Luke said said huskily. I completely forgot his existence. My fever seemed to build up, or it was a blush creeping up my face. I walked towards my closet and grabbed a comfy shirt with an adorable bear on it and some long pyjama pants.
"Get out" I demanded, I needed the room to change and if I tried to change in the bathroom I would either slip and die or get my clothes soaked in water.
"No I'll sit here and enjoy the view" he said propping his elbows up on his knees and resting his chin on the palm of his hands.
"You certainly will not!" I said as I hit one of his hands causing his face to hit his knees. "Get out!" I repeated.
"Why?" He whined rubbing he forehead.
"Fine then." I said as I turn around and walk towards the doorway, "can you get me my medicine from downstairs. I feel sick" I coughed as I entered Connor's purple room.
"What am I? Your servant?" Luke replied.
"Please?" I begged as I put my clothes on, making sure the door is locked.
"What will I get?" He asks hope filled in his tone of voice.
"You will get to live longer" I said as I walked out of the door.
"That's not good enough" Luke said as he quickly pushed me up against a wall.
"Evans, get off me" I said as my head began to throb. I must have caught the flu, this is certainly not an allergy.
"Can I get a hug?" He asked, opening his arms wide.
"Luke..." I trailed off as my feet stopped working and I collapsed into his arms.
"April? Shit! Are you okay?" He panicked as he wrapped his arms around me lifting me up.
"Can you just drop me off at my bed?" I mumbled.
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A Nerd's Life
Humor"I started running because i knew it was the end" April Peterson, a sarcastic, bipolar, smart (duh!) girl who has a passionate love for writing. She knows her stuff and has the honour of being called the smartest in her grade. But people hate her an...
