Hatred / l.h ✔️

12

~Iris' POV~

A few days later, Andy insisted on going fishing. Actually, he'd been insisting on it for the past few days, but I had always refused. Fishing wasn't much of something that I enjoyed doing, but I eventually gave in. I figured I'd go along, knowing that he very much had been wanting to do it.

Honestly, I used to love to go fishing when I was a kid. It was something that Andy and I used to do with our dad all the time, so I'd grown to really like it. However, after he had passed away, I didn't like to go fishing anymore. It didn't feel the same. Before, I used to love it and it made me happy, but when dad passed away, it just made me sad. I felt like I wasn't supposed to be doing it without him. Regardless, Andy had managed to talk me into going again.

I took a shower quickly, knowing that everyone was already awake and probably waiting on me to hurry up so that we could leave. Once I was dressed and ready, I headed downstairs, slipping my phone into my pocket. If I got bored, I'd need something to do.

When I arrived downstairs, Luke took a brief glance at me and stood with a roll of his eyes. "About damn time." He muttered under his breath. I glared at him as he pushed me to go to the front door, smacking his hands away from me. "Don't touch me." I snapped, pulling the door open and stepping out. He stepped out behind me and I realized as I glanced up that everyone else had already piled into their cars. "Wait." I muttered, looking back over at Luke. "Please tell me I don't have to go with you in your car." I complained, staring up at him.

Once he locked the door, he turned to face me and had the most unimpressed, bored expression that I'd ever seen on anyone. "Unless you plan on walking, then yes." He answered, not looking very happy about it either. I glared at him, clenching my hands into fists. "Why? Why can't I go with Andy, or Eros?" I asked. When he raised a brow when I mentioned Eros, I threw in another name. "Or Tyler?" I suggested, raising a brow.

Luke rolled his eyes and scoffed, shaking his head. "Sorry, little doll. The other cars are full." He said un-apologetically. I sighed, slouching my shoulders in defeat as he roughly grabbed my elbow. "Stop man-handling me." I scowled, looking up at him when he tugged me after him from the porch towards his car.

He cast his blue eyes down at me, raising a brow as he pursed his plump lips. "Man-handling you?" He repeated, chuckling. "You'd think you'd know what it's like to be man-handled." He remarked, rolling his eyes while he unlocked his car with a click on his keys. I pulled my arm, trying to free myself from his grip. "I do. You do it to me all the time." I scowled, glaring up at him. I didn't even care if everyone in the cars could see the way I looked up at him with hatred.

He pushed me around the side of his car, blocking the two of us from anyone's sight. I gasped when his hand released my elbow to instead grab my shirt in his hands, fisting the fabric in his grip as he shoved me up against the car roughly. "Let go of me." I whimpered, looking up at him as I tried to push his hands off. The attempt didn't work. He scowled and only shoved me against the car harder, pushing against me. "Listen to me, Iris." He demanded, his voice low with irritation. I stared up at him, frowning a little. "If I were man-handling you, you'd know, but I'm not."

"You--" I began to argue, but he cut me off. "I have done many things-- made you sleep outside, insulted you in several ways, but hardly have I man handled you." He insisted. Doubtful and disbelieving, I scoffed and gripped his wrists. "You're delusional." I hissed, struggling to get his hands off of me. "You have tackled me to the floor, you giant oaf." I reminded him, glaring irritably.

Luke smirked, like he enjoyed that memory. "Ah, right." He muttered casually. "I guess I have man-handled you a bit."

When he released me, I smacked his hands and stomped away, yanking open the passenger's door. "Whatever. Just get in the car." I demanded, slamming the door shut after I climbed into the front seat. Seconds after I had shut the door, he walked around to the driver's side of the car and got inside. We pulled on the seat-belts and I crossed my arms over my chest, looking out the window as we began driving with the other cars following after us to wherever it was we were heading. The drive was only maybe fifteen minutes, but the silence in the car made it feel much longer.