"Caleb Myers?" Luke asks.
"What about him?" My eyes shift to my locker.
"I don't like him." He sternly said.
"Well I don't like you, so this is fine." I shrug.
"He's never going to kiss you again." Luke smirked.
"Yeah, okay." I rolled my eyes.
"I gave him a busted lip. And I told him next time I won't be so merciful." He sighed before walking away.
"You did what?" I followed him.
"I didn't like the idea of him with you, so I ended it." He shrugged.
"That wasn't your decision!" I fuss.
"Look, if it's about the other night—" I begin before he stops me.
"Don't be so conceited. It meant nothing. It was just fun to piss you off after I rejected you." He bitterly laughed.
"You kissed me. You've been bothering me—" I look to see Michael approaching and I shut up.
"Don't you two bicker enough at home? I swear, you fight with my sister more than I do." He laughed.
"At least I don't have to claim her." Luke walked off with him.
What the actual fuck, Hemmings. This is a new type of mind fuck he has concocted.
