Rich Kids // 5sos

18 | Easier Said Than Done

| Luke’s POV |

When Lunch came around, I just got my food and went straight to my usual table with Michael. I was far too frustrated to take things slow and easy. Right now, I just wanted this day to be over just so I could properly think in my room. Instead of here—in school—where there is far too much noise and distractions around me to allow me to be able to think straight.

I sit down harshly on the seat but carefully place my tray on the table as I leaned back and allowed myself to try and calm down. Michael was already sitting down next to me and this time his eyes weren’t fixed on her.

Instead, his eyes were staring down at his hands that were holding his phone. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t ask Michael about the drunk texts, I didn’t want to think about her or anything about her.

Maybe she’s the reason why I feel so frustrated right now. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just,  in the time that I spent with her she was fairly relaxed and she seemed like her true self. I had a gut feeling that who she was then is the real girl she is—instead of this stupid rich kids mask. And it pissed me off earlier when she didn’t give me a proper greeting.

Well she gave me some sort of greeting but it’s just the way she was—and how she ran off without another word—was the reason I was frustrated and wanted to spend time thinking. I thought we were on good enough terms to be able to have a normal conversation/meeting. I just want to know what was with the sudden change.

“If you’re thinking about getting with her again….I’m telling you it’s going to be harder than you think.” Michael mumbles.

“I told you….I don’t want to date her. I just wanted to get to know her. Be friends with her. It doesn’t necessarily mean I want a relationship.  I don’t like her in that way. Besides, she’s—.”

“Back to being a rich bitch?” He completes for me, I look at him and he has his eyebrows raised and I nod. “Rich kids are like that Lucifer.”

“Like what exactly Mike?”

“They make you believe something and then they just get back to their old selves afterwards. It’s how they are. That’s how they lure people in and then embarrass them. If you’re not as wealthy as them, there’s no luck of you getting into their circle. Trust me.  And don’t you dare try to tell me about the different side of Nicole that you saw. I’m telling you, now, that it’s fake.”

I sigh and finally take a look up at her. Her head is thrown back as she laughs out loudly along with all of the other kids on her table. Probably trash talking about someone. My fingers randomly tap against the table and I sit up right as I leaned forwards and rested my arms on the table. “When will you be ready?”

“Ready with what?”

“With telling me about Nicole? You know…the stuff you told me to wait for. If you don’t trust me the—“

“It’s not about trust Luke…” He cuts me off. “It’s based off of whether I feel like you’re ready to hear about it. And when I feel like I—myself—am ready to tell you. Once I do decide to tell you, you’ll understand why I delayed it.”

Michael then returns to eating his food but I just couldn’t find myself to go ahead and eat my sandwich. Instead, I resort to just distracting myself by playing around on my phone. Unexpectedly a message pops up form the one person I have been trying to momentarily forget about:

From: Nicole :)

Can we talk afterschool?