Mrs All American - luke

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An hour later I'm back home and angrily stomping around the house. Before I make it to my room, India is in the kitchen, cooking. She's an amazing cook and is currently attending culinary school. Thanks to her, Becca and I are kept well fed.

"Whoa, what happened to you?" India asks as I pace back and forth. I rub my forehead furiously with the back of my hand, a habit I developed two years ago due to stress and frustration.

I walk to the counter, standing on the other side across her. She's currently making Las Vegas rolls, my favorite dish in the world. "I'm just - I'm so irritated with this Luke guy!"

She laughs, but doesn't look up at me, instead she focuses on the food she's currently working on. "What did he do to you? He's not very fond of you either, you know?"

The tone of her voice tells me there's more to this than I know. "What are you talking about? I didn't do anything to him," I tell her and cross my arms over my chest.

She shrugs and says, "Whatever happened last night with you two, he came back to his place all mad. He shut himself in his room and didn't come out all night."

I roll my eyes, not exactly surprised that he'd throw a fit like that. "I don't know what his deal is, but I don't like him," I say and dip my fingertip into the sauce she's made. She slaps my hand and I stick my tongue out at her.

"Well I'm sorry to tell you this, but they're coming over for lunch so, prepare yourself," she warns me and gives me a guilty look.

I groan and feel like punching something. I consider taking my frustration on the counter, but then again, I don't wanna break my hand. "India, are you serious?" I whine.

"Don't be a baby, it's not just him, his friends are coming too. They're all nice guys," she assures me, but then looks at me to give me a serious look. "Behave," she warns me.

"I always do!" I defend myself. "I'm the most mature one here."

She laughs and shakes her head. "Yeah, says the one who is throwing a tantrum because she doesn't like one of our guests," she shoots back and I roll my eyes for the thousand time today. "You never know, he might not show up."

I don't say anything, instead I shrug and head for my room. After a shower, I throw on a pair of jeans, a sweater and some Keds. I brush my hair and just let it do whatever it wants and then head back to the kitchen.

Becca is setting the table and it looks like India is done with the food. She's currently working on drinks as I help Becca with the table.

"So how do know these guys?" I ask Becca as we finish and we take a seat.

"India met Michael at the music store or something like that. She swears that he's her long lost brother," she tells me and I smile.

I think Michael was the guy that came up to India at the club last night. I remember his face a bit, crazy hair. and eyebrow piercing. I remember the boy with dark hair, tattoos and great cheekbones. I remember the boy with the bandana in his wavy hair and loud laugh. I remember the boy with blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and nice teeth.

Needless to say, they're a weird bunch, but I don't think I can voice an opinion about them since I don't exactly know them. I don't know Luke very well either, but I don't plan on getting to know him anyway. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Moments later, I'm in my room with books and notes scattered around my bed. I have too much to do. An English paper to revise, four tests to study for, and literature homework. I send India a quick text, telling her I won't be out for lunch due to homework and to save some rolls for me.