If They Don't Love You Back (COMPLETED✔️)

Chapter 11

Ian's POV

"Okay you can't do that," Lucas snatches the pillow from my hand.

"Well I need to wipe my face on something," I try to defend myself but in reality, he's right.

"Okay, but not on the pillows," he rolls his eyes as he puts the pillow back on the couch.

"Alright," I say as I stand up and go into the kitchen. I grab a napkin from the dinner table and wipe my face.

"You need to start eating in a decent manner," Lucas says as he walks from behind me and towards the fridge. He pulls out two water bottles and tosses one to me. I catch it with my left hand and place it on the counter.

"Yeah, well sorry I just love rice," I shrug with an honest smile.

"Well help me wash these plates before Quade's mom gets here because if she finds out that we ate her rice before her, she'll kill me and you," he says before turning on the sink. I grab my plate and wet it before grabbing the sponge and dipping it into the soap.

"What smells so good, down here?" Quade walks into the kitchen in his joggers and a loose t shirt.

"The soap," I say as I scrub my plate.

"Dude, I think you mean soup," Quade snorts as he stands behind the counter. Fucking dumbass.

"Your mom made rice," Lucas says as he rinses his plate and begins to dry it with a rag.

"Oh, I thought it smelled like chicken," Quade says.

"I think you're still smelling that girl that sat on your face earlier," I tease as I turn off the sink and begin to dry my plate with the rag that Lucas used.

"Ha-Ha," he glares at me as Lucas exits the kitchen and goes back into the living room, "you're just mad because you don't have anyone to have sex with."

"Oh fuck, I'm so jealous," I sarcastically say, placing the plate into the cabinet and toss the rag in the sink.

"You should be," he smirks as he sits down on the stool.

"I'm not sexually active because I'm too busy working out," I don't know if I'm telling him, or myself.

"My work out is sex," he shrugs casually, "killing two birds with one stone."

"Oh yeah?" I pretend to show interest as I sit down at the dinner table. Lucas heads out of the kitchen and sounds like he walks upstairs.

"Alright, can I tell you something but you have to keep it between us," He turns around to look at me.

"What is it?" I ask as I pick at my fingernails.

"I think I'm catching feelings for Tiffany," he whispers.

"And you're telling me this because?" I motion my hands for him to continue.

"I said I think, maybe I'm not sure," he scratches his head.

"Actually I kind of have feelings for Tiffany too. Have you seen her in that tight black dress?" I pretend to swoon as I bite my lower lip.

"Back the fuck off," He hops off the stool and walks closer to me.

"Alright," I stand up from my chair, "I'm gonna go get a sundae and add extra WHIPPED cream," I smirk and he chuckles before pushing me.

"I'm not whipped," he shakes his head.

"WA-TSSH!" I swing my arm as if I have a whip in my hand.

"Only whip I got going on, is a dominant type of shit," he laughs as he walks out of the kitchen.