deluded ♔ hemmings

wow, it's so small

deluded; wow, it's so small

b l a k e

Ah, Friday.

Friday's were my favorite. I still get to go to school - which I actually like - but when I go home, I don't have to stress about getting up early the next morning, or rush around and try and finish my homework because it's due the next day.

The past week hasn't been that eventful, except for the fact that it has been nonstop raining here, so Luke had to pick me up Tuesday through Friday. Speaking of which, I'm sitting in his truck right now.

"Can't I pick the song?" I look over at the blond, groaning softly. "Just this once."

"No, Blake. This is my truck, therefore I get to pick the music." He turns the volume up after he speaks, blasting Lovelytheband throughout the vehicle.

I reach over and turn the volume down.

"What is with you and always turning down the music?" Luke shoots me an annoyed expression.

"What's with you and always wanting to blare the music?" I roll my eyes. "Come on, Luke, just let me pick a damn song."

"I don't want to listen to no bubblegum pop radio shit. Now shut up and listen to my music or get out of my truck and walk the rest of the way because you are not getting to pick a song."

"I don't listen to 'bubblegum pop radio shit', and you shouldn't call any music 'shit'. The music you dislike, could be the reason why someone is alive today." I frown, shaking my head as I look out the window. I watch the rain as it hits the cement, a long sigh leaving my lips.

"Do you always have to be so damn depressing?"

"Do you always have to be such a jackass?"

"It's a habit. You know, when I'm around a bitch, like you."

I scoff, crossing my arms. "I'm a bitch because you're always a dick to me. Why can't you be like the other boys?"

"The other boys are too nice, and they don't know the real you."

"The real me?" My eyebrows raise. "Luke, you don't know the real me. You stopped knowing the real me when I was fourteen, so how about you shut your big ass mouth, and leave me the fuck alone from now on?"

"Please. I know you better than you know yourself." His voice is laced with something I can't quite put my finger on.

"Bullshit." I spit.

"Don't forget, princess, I used to be your best friend. I used to be your diary on legs. You may have grown, but you haven't changed that much." He speaks. "You're still that same pathetic, little girl you used to be. Always causing problems for other people. The boys have just yet to see it."

I look at him, my lips trembling with every word that leaves his stupid, pink lips.

Luckily for me Luke had pulled up to the house. I quickly open the door and sling my bag over my shoulder and step out into the rain. I send a glance his way before shaking my head in disgust. How dare he?

"Fuck you, Luke."

I slam his truck door closed before storming into the house. I can feel the tears brim my eyes, and the familiar sting start to set in.

"Hey, Blake. How was school?" I ignore my brothers question and head straight for the stairs.

"Michael?" I knock on his door, my hands soon leaving the white wood to grip the straps of my backpack. "Michael, it's me. Could you open up please?"