him. - lrh

fifth chapter

                  

The day passed by normally, or almost. Today I didn't talk to Luke, he was hanging out with some popular guys and I'm pretty sure he was making fun of me with them. And he ignored me. It's not that we're friends, but normally we'd at least exchange a few words, even if it was just him telling me to fuck off.

We agreed to meet at his house again to continue the project. I had lunch at the school's canteen and afterwards I went to the library to do my homework. When I finished them I took the subway to the closest station to his house.

After a quick 5 minutes ride I walked for a bit and in no time I arrived at his house. I knocked on the front door and waited, but no one opened the door or even acknowledged me. I knocked again and because I was left without an answer again I decided to try to turn the knob and the door opened. The house was silent until I heard Luke from upstairs. I was worried because I heard him moaning and I feared he was hurt. I ran upstairs and opened the door of the room the sound came from. But what I saw wasn't exactly a boy who fell and hurt himself.

He was on his bed with a blonde girl who was probably around twenty. Am I really this naïve?

My cheeks hit up, leaving me feeling like a volcano.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I, ahm, sorry." I stuttered quickly and closed the bedroom's door. This was, to say at least, traumatizing.

I ran downstairs and outside. I sat in the stairs in the porch trying to get the image of the two out of my head. The woman walked by me and entered her car, clearly pleased even after I interrupted them. Luke also came downstairs not long after.

"You should've only came at the hour we agreed you would!" he complained and I jumped with fright.

I turned around to look at him, then I looked at my feet again "I thought it was okay to arrive a little earlier."

"Yeah, but you thought wrong."

I stood up and walked past him to get inside the house again and I sat on the big couch. He grabbed his computer and sat in an armchair.

"I still thought..." I murmured.

"Thought what?" I looked at him, embarrassed that he heard me because now I have to tell him what I'm thinking.

"That... you weren't such a fuckboy, deep down..."

"And why does that bother you?" Luke arched his brow. I took two seconds to look at his brows. It looks like he gets them done. I'm not judging him, they're on fleek to be honest.

"It doesn't. I just thought you weren't like this." Or does it actually bother me? I feel like I'm not being completely honest, but why would I feel bothered with the fact that Luke fucks a different girl every day? Because I don't like fuckboys or...?

"Too bad, I am like this."

"But why?"

"Because."

I rolled my eyes "There needs to exist a reason."

"But you don't need to know what the reason."

I sighed and frowned "Why don't you let me enter your life?"

Luke laughed, a dry, unhappy laugh "You don't want to enter my life."

"Yes, I do!" I surprised myself with my own words. He seemed surprised too. I want to enter is life? I guess I do.

He quickly collected himself back together and his surprised expression soon returned to his previous frown, bitch face "But you aren't going to."

"You're so stubborn!" I groaned and took a deep breath.