I Hate You But I Love You.

I Hate You But I Love You. Chapter 13

A/N- So sorry for this being late. I've been busy. But thankfully I got this chapter out and I should be posting more regularly. And I've been debating about changing P.O.V. from Scarlet to Lukas so much, so what do ya think?

**Lukas’ P.O.V.**

“So, she met Jona,” Mark commented from my right as we sat in class. Scarlet had just walked in the room, talking to her friend Trinity, and sat a few rows in front of us.

I nodded, “He likes her.”

“Doesn’t seem to be the only one…” Mark muttered and tried to cover up with a cough.

I punched his arm, “Shuddup bitch. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Then the teacher started calling for everyone’s attention and I shook my head slightly, moving my hair out of my eyes; damn you bruise.

Mark rubbed his arm a little bit, sighed and cursed me under his breath. After a few minutes of boredom from the teacher lecturing I noticed Mark was scribbling on a piece of paper. He folded it and handed it to me. I gave him an are-you-serious look, but unfolded the note anyway.

“It seems like you two have a past. What’s up with that?”

I sighed and stared down at my desk. How many years ago was that event, three, four, five maybe? From the looks of things, she doesn’t remember what happened, which is weird considering. Or maybe she just doesn’t remember the parts that involve me.

There was a sudden cough to my right that pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked over at Mark who was looking towards the paper and back up at me with a raised eyebrow; he obviously wanted an answer. The guy is my best friend and we’ve been through a lot, which is the only reason I allow him to joke around so much with me, but he could really be pushy. But maybe it was his way of trying to protect me, help me? I furrowed my eyebrows at the direction my thoughts were going.

Rolling my shoulders a bit to relax my muscles, I picked up my pencil. I debated telling him what happened; I hadn’t told anyone, but the fact that she didn’t seem to remember had me conflicted.

“Nah man, just a few awkward encounters”

I slid the paper back to him and after he read it he looked at me like he clearly didn’t believe me. Well damn, the kid really knew me. I shrugged and pretended I was paying attention to the teacher.

A few minutes later a note was thrown on my desk. I gave Mark a death glare before opening it.

“Are you at least going to admit you like her?”

I glared at the paper in my hands. Did I like her? Shit man, I don’t have time to be in a relationship; which is exactly what I wrote back to Mark. He gave me a that’s-lame-and-you-know-it look, but I flipped him off. I knew that if I admitted anything about my feelings for her it would complicate my life even more and I just don’t need that.

“Lukas! Mark!” The teacher, Mrs. Coin, snapped at us; she was glaring at me especially. Maybe I should have been more discrete with my flipping-off…

“Yes?” Mark as with a polite smile.

“Is your own conversation so important that you feel the need to not pay attention in my class?” She asked, adjusting the glasses on her face and putting a hand on her hip.

Mark looked at me and then back to her, “Well, yes.”

She sighed and pointed her gaze on me, “Lukas, why did you flip off Mark?”

I smirked, “That’s classified ma’am.”

I noticed her eyebrow twitch as the class started snickering. Scarlet was looking back at us with an amused expression. I locked eyes with her and then winked. She smiled a little and then looked away bashfully. Shit, maybe I did like her?

“Do you two want detention?” Mrs. Coin asked.

“Not really,” Mark answered.

She pointed a finger at us threateningly; Ha! Like a finger would really scare me. Lady, you need to learn a thing about discipline, “Then behave,” and with that she turned back to the bored.

I sighed and leaned back in my seat, my thoughts suddenly going to Jona. All I ever did, all I ever sacrificed, was to protect him, but apparently that wasn’t enough. That bastard is lucky I haven’t seen him yet. Who knows what was going through his mind. He’s just lucky Jona only had minor injuries. But the poor kid was so confused.

I pinched the bridge of my nose thinking back to last night.

“Lukas, please explain things…” Jona mumbled as I put a band aid on the cut on his head. He was sitting on the bathroom counter in front of me. I put my hands on the counter on either side of his legs and leaned my head close to his.

“Jona… there are just some things I can’t explain… some things you won’t understand…” I said with a heavy sigh.

He fumbled with the gauze roll in his hands, looking down at his lap. “But… I’m so confused…” he mumbled and a tear escaped and landed on his hand. I couldn’t take that; I engulfed him into a hug, his head buried in the crook of my neck.

“Shh, don’t cry baby. Please.” I choked out.

He gripped the sides of my shirt, “Are you hurting too, Lukas?”

I tensed up, wondering what his choice of words meant. Smoothing down the back of his head with my hand I pulled back so I could look at him. He then brought up his hand, pushed back my hair and touched the bruise on my face.

“Why does daddy hurt you?”