How I hate him - ft. Luke Hemmings and 5sos

Confused

Taking all my strength I pushed him away and punched him on the chest. 
"Luke what the hell?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." he said and put his hands in his pockets. I angrily looked up at him, "You didn't mean to? You couldn't help yourself? Because what, I let my guard down and you just thought, let's kiss her? Way to go."
"Jess..." 
"No, I'm the one talking now because you made me really mad. You meant to mess with me, and you know this would piss me off. You've always messed with my head, and not in a good way. Do you know how shitty I've felt for a long time? I finally accepted the fact that we wouldn't ever get along. But now that we're both being honest, you've given me a hard time and you should know that I still do not like you at all, no matter what you tell me."

Luke sighed and looked at his feet for a moment before looking into my eyes. His blue eyes seemed to stare right into my soul and at any given moment I might have thought that they were beautiful, but at this time I was ready to fight him. I always was.
"Believe it or not, but I do like you. Ever since we were in the same class. Your brown curls just stood out, making you seem lively and from the moment we butted heads, I knew you were not one to mess with. That's what I liked about you, even though I was six years old and didn't know what "liking someone" really was. The only thing I could think of was ignoring you or acting like a jerk to you. It's much easier than living with the thought we are never going to be together. I hear you when you say you don't like me and I respect that; you don't have any reason to like me. But I like you and I mean it. And I can't tell you enough how sorry I am!"

Sitting down again, I put my head in my hands before speaking again. "So you just thought 'let's kiss her'? I didn't ask for it and the only thing you're doing right now is confusing me!" I yelled in frustration. Even though I didn't want to admit it, he was a really good kisser and couldn't deny the fact that he was good looking. I might hate him, but I wasn't blind. Luke was exactly my type regarding looks, but his character had always ruined it for me up until now.
The only Luke I'd always known was the arrogant Luke. A jock with little to no feelings. But this came from the bottom of his heart, I could see that. He looked so vunerable and that did something to me. Maybe he should get the benefit of the doubt. 
My feelings were all over the place, but the hate disappeared into the background a little. So, I made a decision.
"You know what? I will try to not hate you from now on and I can't promise that that will work because you've been so rude to me, but I'll try. More for my own sake than yours though, because always being so on edge isn't good. But please, don't kiss me ever again." I said and Luke grinned that cocky smile of his.
"Come on, admit that I'm a good kisser."
"No! You see, that's exactly what I mean. You act up again, and that's the attitude I don't like to see. Don't ruin this. You know I can act like a jerk too, you said it yourself." I grinned, a little proud of myself.

He pulled me closer and said, "Please keep this to yourself for now, okay? I don't want our parents to be weird about this. We're already weird enough ourselves." he chuckled and that made me agree with him. 
Just a little later Liz came outside, telling us that dinner was ready. She didn't gave us a sign that she knew what had been going on earlier, and the two of us sighed in relief. Luke put his hand on my back as we walked in and I slapped his hand away. He might be a good kisser but he wasn't allowed to touch me. Touching wasn't really my thing: it made me uncomfortable at times and only my loved ones could touch me.

Liz asked us what we were doing outside and by that, Luke choked on his food, so I had to save the day. "Nothing really, we were just hanging out in the garden." 
Luke's mum gave me a weird look, which wasn't odd, really. Or course I'd told her that I hated her son, and now the two of us were hanging out? If someone told me that, I wouldn't believe it either. Luckily she didn't ask further and after Luke got a pat on the back, he wasn't choking on his food anymore.
After everyone had finished their food, we went our separate ways. Rory and Demi wanted to watch TV in the living room. Liz and my mum were in the kitchen, drinking wine and doing the dishes. 
Luke made the decision for us by walking out to the garden again. It was already getting pretty late and by now it was dark and a little colder. I shivered a little, and before I could say something, Luke had run inside. He came back with a hoodie that was probably three sizes too big. I took that as a sign that he wanted to make up for the past eleven years. Even though he still had a long way to go, it was kind of cute. It felt a little out of character; he didn't strike me as the type to give a girl his hoodie. Or maybe it was and this was what he did to every girl who got his attention. I couldn't help being sceptical...
Nevertheless I put it on and sat down next to Luke. Not too close, obviously.

"Let's just have a nice evening. No fighting or ignoring, right?" he said and I agreed. "That's not really or forté, though." We chuckled.
"Okay, maybe we can just get to know each other a little more without calling each other 'bitch' or 'jerk' once. Let's do a round of random questions."
Oh no, I hated that, small talk wasn't really my thing. But I was gonna try. "Shoot."
"If you had to pick a colour, which one would it be?"
"Black. Have you ever seen my outfits? If one item isn't black I'm gonna freak," I gestured to my shoes, "What's your favorite Christmas movie?"
"Are you for real? This will probably cost me my reputation, but to be honest, The Nightmare Before Christmas. I can't believe I just admitted that." He grinned and I shrugged. "Maybe I'll just tell your booty calls." I jokingly said and he sighed. "That's going to cost you a lot of time..."
"You really are a fuckboy," I grinned, "But it's your turn."
"Name one thing that you like about me."
Yup, there was the arrogancy again. However, we would be honest to each other so I should try.
"Um, well," I started without trying to blush, "Your eyes,"
"No, I mean like, do you even like one thing about my character?"
"Well," I thought really hard for a moment, "You don't accept bullshit from anyone. That's nice, I guess."
He grinned, and that's one thing I could also have named: He had a beautiful smile. But stroking his ego wasn't something I was going to do.
"Thank you. Oh, it isn't my turn but... I know  you hang out with Michael sometimes. Would you rather kiss me, or Michael?" he asked and I punched him in the arm.
"You heard me." he raised his eyebrows and I nodded while looking down at my shoes. I couldn't believe I was about to admit this to him...

"Kiss you."