Unrequited [ON HOLD]

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// chapter four. //

"You have got to be kidding me." I say shaking my head at her.

"No I'm serious." She states leaning back in her chair.

"You can't honestly think winter is better than summer." I said shaking my head. Don't girls love summer? They like tan and go to mall?

"I really do Lukey. Why do you like summer so much anyway?" Riley said raising her eyebrows.

"Easy. One word, bikinis." I chose to ignore the fact that she called me that horrid nick name, maybe if I didn't express my hatred she would stop. "Why do you like winter so much?" I countered.

"I don't know. It's not because of something as shallow as bikinis though." She stated as she began to refocus on her homework. Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, she ends the conversation.

"You know you seem to be getting this fine so is it okay if I go ahead and leave?" I asked mainly to see her reaction.

"Yeah sure." Riley responded without even looking up from her paper. What are we back to square one?

"Okay I'll see you tomorrow." I say standing up to leave. I barely hear Riley's "yeah" as I leave the room.

Walking briskly to my next class, English I get there with fifteen minutes till class starts. Taking out my book and pencil I stare at the board, the teacher isn't even here yet. Why am I here?

My thoughts begin to wonder to Riley, sure I was tutoring her now but at the rate I was going I'd never finish this year's round. How was I going to convince Riley, the girl that I can barley have a five minute conversation with, to sleep with me? This is impossible. She's too stubborn. She also thinks she's better than everyone, or better than me at least.

I mean it is possible she's better than me, she doesn't sleep with people for fun. What am I talking about? The game has always been so much fun for me, this year I'm just not feeling it. It has to be Riley, it's not me, is it?

"Lucas? Lucas Owens?" I looked up to see a middle aged man with a clipboard looking around the room, a substitute. Apparently the bell had rung and class had started.

"Here." I said raising my hand ever so slightly. The man continued on through the list and I still couldn't get a certain brunette out of my head. God she was annoying.

English along with the second half of my day dragged on, and when I finally arrived to an empty home I was ready to crash.

"Honey I'm home!" I shouted to the empty house. I knew no one would answer, being a only child with parents that are gone all the time kind of sucks. But at the same time it really doesn't. I like being alone, I prefer it actually.

Walking slowly up to my room I open the door and throw my bags down. In a last minute decision I text Elliott.

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To: Elliott

come over.

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From: Elliott

can't.

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To: Elliott

why the hell not

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From: Elliott

amy ;)

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To: Elliott

i thought you said you got her homecoming night.