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7. Stuck

Luca's P.O.V.

I just received the text from Emily. And by the text, I mean the text. The one that explained everything Phoenix said and her feelings on coming here. I understood her hesitation, but she said yes. In the end, she actually agreed. I knew Emily had it in her to convince Phoenix but I figured it'd take more than what she said happening to get Phoenix to agree. Emily said all it took was basically puppy dog eyes, a bit of lying, and a small hug and we were in the clear.

Now I'm just pacing by the front door. What am I going to say? Hello? Hi? Hey? Is there even a right answer here?

Is this what being nervous is like? Why am I nervous? I'm just helping her out because I feel like I owe her. Nothing more than that s going to happen. I figure we'll ignore each other for the most part as normal stranger do, we would just be doing it under the same roof.

Well, not doing it, but you know what I mean. I swear, my sense of humor is that of a middle school boy.

I chuckle to myself at that.

That's when the doorbell rings. I swear my heart stopped. What's going to happen? Will she end up yelling at me?

I shook my head, why would she yell? That's such a dumb thing to think.

I realized I was stuck in my head when the doorbell when off again. I quickly stepped forward and yanked the door open to see her standing there with a school backpack slung over her shoulder and a box in her hands. I thought Emily said she got out of the house with nothing in her hands but what was in her car, so I'm a bit confused, but the sight is beautiful none the less.

Beautiful? Did I just call her beautiful?

Her hair is messy and windblown, I assume from having her window rolled down. I look behind her to her car and the little kid inside me flips out, "Is that your car?!"

"No hello?" She says sarcastically, stepping inside as I gesture for her to.

"Seriously, you drive that? How come I've never seen it at school?" I ask, dumbfounded. a car like that would've gotten her noticed quite some time ago. "If you brought that beauty in, you'd be the talk of the school real fast. A nerd in a muscle car, you'd be infamous in that school."

She raised an eyebrow, "Precisely the reason I don't take it to school. I don't want the attention or the fake affection." So she really only drives it out of a love for it, not for attention? That's actually surprising. Most girls with a car like that would only be looking for attention. I doubt she knows much about it though.

"If you have such a nice car like that, how can you not afford a place to go away from the guy you hate?" I ask.

"Because I'd shoot myself before I sell that car." She retorts, getting defensive "If you've got a problem, I'll gladly leave. I'm only here to please Emily but I'll happily let her know you kicked me out."

I chuckle, "No need to get feisty, Kitten, I get it."

"I told you to quit with that nickname." She flips some of her brown hair behind her shoulder, readjusting her backpack on her shoulder.

"Would you prefer Babygirl?" Before she can spit something else at that, I speak again, "Here, let me help you with your stuff." I reach for the box in her hand.

She pulls it away and out of my reach, "I can handle it myself, thank you very much."

"Is everything you say sarcastic?"

"Is everything you say arrogant and pig-headed?" She retorts.

I shrug, "Pretty much, yeah."

She just sighs as I smirk.