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Chapter XIII

Luke Hemmings

I was in the bathroom getting ready apparently when I received a phone call from Michael asking me where I was and if I was with Sam. It angered me obviously thinking that one of my best friends would have actually thought that I'd be hanging out with a pathetic drama queen like her. I was very offended.

"Why in the world would I be with Samantha Stewart in the early freakin' morning? I'm not her boyfriend, you dumb shit." I heard him sigh in relief on the phone making me even more confused.

"That's good- but wait- do you want to be though?" I furrowed my eyebrows but soon realized that he couldn't actually see me so it was actually pointless.

"Do I want to be what?" I emphasized.

"Her boyfriend, you dumb shit. I'm asking you if you want to be her boyfriend." At this moment, I released an unbelievably loud laugh that I didn't even know I can do.

I mean, just thinking about being with her physically already gives me a strange feeling in my stomach that's making me want to burp everything I've had for breakfast. That's not supposed to be good, right?

"Jesus Christ Michael, where do you come up with these questions? The girl already has a guy and we can't stand each other. Why the hell would I want to be her boyfriend?" He let out another sigh of relief getting me even more worked up on his question than I originally should be.

"Alright, cool. For a second there I thought you've already fallen for her while desperately trying to cover it up with an act that you hate her when in reality you actually want to be with her, ya' know?"  I was in complete utter shock that the idea would even occur to him. Now, I was extremely offended.

"No Mikey, I don't know. I have no idea what you're rambling on about- have you been hanging out with Adam? You sound like him." I heard a laugh from the other line and I already assumed that it was a yes.

"I'm hanging up now." He should have hung up two questions ago really.

Michael can get really spontaneous at times. It could be as simple as asking questions, he makes everything weird and unusual when all the while it shouldn't really be.

I went downstairs and was greeted by the smell of my mom's horrible cooking skills. I crinkled my nose and looked for her in the kitchen.

"Mom? Where are you?" I started coughing uncontrollably while waving my hands in the air to try and get a view of the kitchen from the thick smoke that had started to form.

Suddenly, she came up to me with a burnt pan in her hand. "I'm a math teacher, not a sous chef darling." I laughed at this while taking the pan away from her and putting it in the sink.

"I'm leaving for school. Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone, yeah?" She rolled her eyes at me.

"I'll try my best." I gave her a quick kiss on the temple before completely walking out of the kitchen and out of the house.

I looked up at the house on the opposite side of mine's and snickered while remembering Michael's stupid questions and assumptions.

I wouldn't even think about being with her even if we were the last two people on earth. It's a cliché thing to say but thinking about it only makes me sick to the stomach and I didn't like how it felt. With one last look, I started walking away and head towards school.