enemies flames - lrh

nine.

Luke's POV:

Lennon sat with me quietly as I muttered curse words under my breath for a straight hour while attempting to build this thing. She thankfully kept to herself and didn't bother me as I made the tiniest bit of progress. It wasn't much, but it was still there.

I'd look over at Lennon every now and then to see her just staring at her fingers in her lap. 

She didn't occupy herself with anything else which really made me wonder if she has a phone or not. How could staring at your fingers be more entertaining than messing around on a phone? Hell, I know I'd be on my phone if I wasn't being forced to do this. 

No one paid much attention to us except for Preston who would shoot us the occasional glare that I never failed to notice. It's clear he's pissed to see me hanging around Lennon which I can only relish in. Maybe I should ask her to hang around here more. 

My gaze trails off once more and I see him walking past Lennon's direct line of vision with anger in his gaze. I can tell by his demeanor that he isn't happy about her sitting with me. For that, I can't help but see if Lennon notices it.

"Does he always do that?" I ask speaking to Lennon for the first time in probably thirty minutes. 

Lennon looks up to me, seeming shocked by the fact that I spoke, "Excuse me?"

I nod my head towards Preston who's long gone now and ask, "Glare at guys that talk to you?"

Lennon looks over towards the direction Preston went then looks back at me, "I think that's just his face."

I snort knowing damn well that's not 'just his face.' He's purposefully making it known that he hates me. Not that I mind, if he hates me, congratulations to him.

Join the club.

"And I think you're oblivious."

Lennon seems surprised to hear this as she blinks her eyes at me, "I just don't think he's this person you make him out to be."

I snort, knowing this isn't the case but not wanting to get into it once again. He's not worth my breath right now and it seems she's only going to stick up for the dickwad. One day, she's going to remember this conversation and wish she listened.

As Preston walks by us one final time, I catch sight of him walking towards the parking lot, hopefully leaving for the day. Not that I'd ever enjoy being here, but it'd be a hell of a lot less miserable if he wasn't here.

"I'm probably going to head out soon," Lennon says mostly to herself as she stands up, clapping out her romper as if in an attempt to free it of any dirt that could have gotten on it. 

I hadn't even realized the end of the day was approaching but I'm nothing short of thankful that it's here. I absolutely need to free myself from this place and get wasted out of my mind. It's been a hell of a week and I've earned a cold beverage.

"Then looks like my work of the day is done as well," I say tossing the tools to the side once again and calling it a day if she is. 

"Well, it's Friday!" Lennon says excitement in her tone. "What are your plans for this weekend? Anything fun?"

I keep it short and sweet, "Get drunk."

I can't imagine what she does on the weekends. She probably reads the Bible or visits different soup kitchens to volunteer there as well.

"What does that feel like?" Lennon asks as she comes to help me put everything back in the tool shed.

"What? Getting drunk?" I ask looking at her with confusion written across my face.