Unexpected || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 9

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He turns his head to my direction and I just notice that his feet are also propped up to the table. He is also holding a bowl of cereal and is casually chewing as he stares at me. He's currently watching a football game which I really find so boring.

"I'm watching." He replies simply as if it isn't very obvious.

I glare at him. "Why are you here?"

"I invited you to my house before." He says as he mixes his cereal with his spoon. "I think it's just fair for you to invite me here too."

"But I didn't."

"That's the point." He says, nodding. "I know you wouldn't so I did voluntarily."

I sigh. "You need to go. My mom will be around soon."

"So?" He raises his eyebrow at me before tapping the space beside him on the couch. "Sit."

I groan so hard, roll my eyes, turn around and jog upstairs towards my room. I remove the clothes I'm wearing which are skinny jeans and some black shirt and change into my sweatpants and a singlet. It's really so hot today and I already plan to take a shower when I get home, but there's still a problem I need to fix downstairs.

He's really such a pain in the ass and we're not even friends yet. I didn't use the word 'yet' because I'm saying that we will be friends in the near future. It's just because is how much more if we're friends. I need to deal with his attitude because we're friends and probably that's one of the mainly unknown reasons why I don't want to be friends with him.

After putting my hair up in a messy bun, I go back downstairs and Luke is still in the position where I left him. Rolling my eyes at him, I walk towards the kitchen to grab some snacks. I settle with the frozen pizza in the fridge.

After heating it in the microwave, I go back to the living room and sit beside him but not so close. He's sitting on the end of the couch and I'm sitting on the other end.

"Can you please change the channel?" I groan.

"With that question," He points out. "Does it mean it's okay with you that I'm here?"

"Obviously not. I just know that I can't do anything to make you leave. So why should I try?"

"There are so many things that can annoy me easily that can make me leave your house."

"Like what?" I ask before giving my pizza a huge bite.

"Eating noisily."

I grin devilishly as I start to chew noisily.

He chuckles. "Shame. You look cute trying so I'm not annoyed."

I scoff. "I hate you so much."

He nods. "I know that. I hate you too."

"Is this still part of your little revenge?" I ask. He shifts his position. Now he has his foot tucked under his leg. He actually looks so good from this view, but shame on him he has that kind of attitude. I mean, that kind of face can do so many things and convince so many people. I didn't notice that I'm actually staring at him for so long that he finally noticed.

He smirks. "You're staring."

I blink a few times and says, "I'm not."

He chuckles. "Don't fight me with this. I caught you."

"I'm not staring." I argue.

"Am I finally attracting you?" He wiggles his eyebrows at me. The smirk is still plastered on his face.