THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
CHAPTER 2: Meeting The New Girl
Luke's POV
"To hell with everything," I sigh as my hoodie falls somewhere near the sofa. Even my aim is fucked up.
I feel my left eye swelling and I'm sure there are a shitload of bruises forming on my torso. My body moves by reflex to the bed where I collapse almost unconscious.
I keep telling myself to stop causing troubles or getting in them but it seems the little red devil won, as always. Where the fuck is the angel? Weren't in those crappy cartoons both angels and devils whispering in the character's ears?
A familiar ringtone echoes in the room making me growl in frustration. Whoever calls at this time is either a retard or dying. I extend my arm and get the phone checking the appellant's ID. Unknown number. I hit the reject button and close my eyes without bothering to take my clothes off. There's plenty of time to undress tomorrow.
As I drift into a peaceful sleep my phone rings again. Ok fucktard, I am going to find you and kill you after shoving the phone down your arse.
"Yeah," I snarl into the phone making the person calling me gasp.
"Dude, you're such a pansy when you're drunk," with the chaos is my head I barely recognize Theo's voice. Why am I not surprised that he's calling me at this hour? Probably because this guy can easily win a prize for the craziest human on the planet. And when I say crazy I mean car-crashing,
teacher-bullying crazy. Theo is most probably going to set the school on fire. Bastard.
"Assface look at the clock," I growl into the speaker.
"Did you finish your history project?" my eyes snap open and while the chaos makes my head spin like a yoyo I remember a fragment of my teacher's speech. Maybe not a whole damn fragment but the key words. Project. Important. Monday.
"Motherfucking shit," I mumble while Theo sighs theatrically.
"Yeah,me neither" he says in a bored tone like chatting at the phone at three in the morning is something extremely normal. I force myself to get up and stumble across the room, heading to my desk.
"Did you call me just to talk about history, because that's too retarded even for you," sighing I let myself fall on the chair, my muscles sore and painful.
"No, actually I called to check if you didn't go ballistic yet, you know since Amanda's going to transfer..."
"I'm not as attached to her as you think," I'm not. I'm really not.
"Sure, whatever you say," even if I can't see him I can feel his smirk. I think we've been spending to much time together.
What the hell, this sounds so gay.
"We are not talking about this anymore,"
"Fine, don't talk to your best friend. I hurts man, it really hurts," he says in a high pitched voice, mocking Amanda and her dramatic affirmations.
"Ha! How was the party?" The parties Theo's attending need a little spice as he loves to say. However this is the first time he didn't complain about his boring day.
"Oh, we are so not talking about the party right now or I'll break something," he growls in my ear catching my attention. This guy is always the calm mofo, always smiling even when he's cursing you.
"Why? Did a chick reject you or something?" I ask with a sly grin on my face.
"No but I was almost getting to the business with a hot college girl when a fucking cupcake hit me in the head and I know who threw it. Damn bitch," this time I laugh until I fall of the chair clutching my stomach. Yeah, definitely a nice party.
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The Truth About Love
Novela Juvenil{d i s c o n t i n u e d} Being a transferred student is the last thing Vivi wanted since socializing seems to be for her as painful as a punch in the face. Furthermore stumbling into Luke Parker's personal life is a fatal mistake since he and his...
