Love To Hate You | ✔

27

Ruby

"I love you too."

Lucas came to a sudden stop, "Wa-wait what?" Shock filled his voice.

Oh no did I say it at the wrong time? I mean we really never both fully said it to one another – we've only stated that we have love for one another.

I blinked and licked my lips, "I-I..."

It seems Lucas noticed this, "No! No, baby." He rushed to me, cupping my cheeks, "I love you!" A sudden bit of relief hit me, "I was just shocked, as I haven't fully heard you say it before." He came closer to my ear, "I love how it rolls off your tongue."

He pulled back and smirked, and turned in the direction of his car – whilst I stood on the spot, he laughed lightly turning back to me, "Come here..." He extended his index finger and started moving it in his direction.

So, I followed. Smirking again, he looked straight at me, "If I can make you come with one finger, imagine what I can do with two."

I gasped, smacking his arm, "Lucas!" This caused him to chuckle lightly, "Kidding Red!" I sarcastically nodded, "Sure you were!"

"Come on otherwise we will be late, and Lucas King is never late!" I raised a brow, "Really? So, those excuses of; 'My alarm clock didn't go off!' or 'Sorry Miss, football practise kept me up all night!' Those don't ring a bell?"

He thought for a minute, "Nope, never heard of those before!" As he entered the car. I scoffed and joined him in the car, doing my seatbelt – safety first! – I crossed my arms.

"You know I don't like surprise."

"I know." I furrowed my brows turning my body so, my full attention was on him, "Then why say it is a surprise?"

"Sorry, can't answer that." I huffed and sulked in the car seat.

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Throughout the journey, both of us bickered back and forth; me moaning about surprises, whereas him not caring. Eventually he won the battle, causing me to sulk even more.

Yes, call me a child I don't care. If I don't like something, then I don't like it.

As I turned my head to the side, I watched the trees slowly swish by, along with the lonely lampposts which give a dim shade of light on one particular concrete spot.

I sighed, as I felt myself focusing and un-focusing, I was brought out of it as I felt a warm, large hand rest against my thigh.

I titled my head to where the hand rested, and this time I sighed in content. He squeezed my thigh lightly and did a side smile before turning to me, "You okay Red?"

'You okay Red?' That repeated a couple of times in my mind, "Lucky?"

"Mhm?" I planted my hand on top of his, "Why do people even ask that question anymore?"

"What do you mean?" Slowly stroking my thumb on his hand, "What I mean is, you only realise that people ask that question because they feel obliged to do so? I mean when you reply, they need you to say 'I'm fine' or 'I'm fine thank you' and to be honest after that, they couldn't give a rats arse. So I find that question beyond pointless."

I sighed, "Have you heard of the word athazagoraphobia?" I looked in his direction and from what I could tell he was dumbfounded, "What- how do you even pronounce something like that?" I dryly laughed. "It means the fear of forgetting; being forgotten or ignored, or simply replaced."

"Red, you realise I don't feel obliged to say it you know, as I do genuinely care for you. Always and forever. I wouldn't dream of ever forgetting you or even think about replacing you for one second." He removed his hand from my thigh making me miss the contact, but instead he held my hand - interlocking my small fingers with his large ones.