Hatred / l.h ✔️

17

~Iris' POV~

Eros and I sat alone on the couch the next day, my legs sprawled across his lap until Luke came awkwardly walking in from upstairs. I didn't bother moving my legs or looking up at him, instead just continuing to play on Eros' phone with him. We were playing a game called Wordscapes, which I had downloaded on his phone a few months ago. I was surprised that he'd kept it, and even more surprised that he still played it.

"Ahem." Luke cleared his throat awkwardly, running a hand through his curls. I ignored his presence, still mad at him for practically trying to drown me last night. "Ahem." He did it again, determined to get my attention as he stared at me. Finally, I lifted my head. "Do you need something or do you just enjoy being a loud nuisance?" I asked flatly, carefully handing Eros his phone back. Luke scowled a little, staring down at me with his arms crossed over his chest. "I need to talk to you." He said. When I made no move to get up, he sighed and glanced at Eros. "Alone." He clarified, returning his gaze to mine. With a roll of my eyes, I stood up off of the couch and followed him outside onto the porch.

"What do you want?" I asked flatly, staring up at him. He pushed me back, the both of us now hidden from Eros' light of sight. I smacked his hand away and raised a brow, frowning. "Don't touch me." I huffed. He rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively, not caring about what I said. "Whatever. There's something I need you to do for me." He said, peering down at me.

Not liking the look in his eyes, I gave him a skeptical look. "What is it?" I asked, furrowing my brows. He cleared his throat and fiddled with his fingers. If I didn't know any better, I'd have said that he looked nervous. Luke never got nervous! Now I was really skeptical of whatever this was. "I need you to...pretend to like me." He said. Taken aback by why he could've possibly needed that, I frowned. "What?" I repeated, confused. Why the hell would he need me to do that? I don't think anyone here would've been convinced by it, not at this point. The entire house knew how much we hated each other, even Andy. There was no fixing or covering that now.

"There's this girl coming here tomorrow." He said, causing me to sigh. Suddenly it made sense. He had a crush on this girl. "Okay, and? What does that have to do with me?" I scoffed, raising a curious brow up at him. He sighed deeply, as if I were irritating him by not being able to magically know what his goal was here.

"I've been trying to fuck her for a while and it's not been working. I-I wanted you to pretend that you were interested, so maybe it'd work." He explained, raising his brows at me. I stared at him, wondering if he was serious. "You really think she'll fall for that?" I scoffed, shaking my head incredulously. He shrugged, biting his lip softly. "I have no idea. Maybe." He assumed, cocking his head to the side in thought. "So...you want me to pretend like I want to screw you, so that another girl can screw you?" I asked, my right brow raising judgmentally.

He rolled his eyes and nodded. "More or less, yeah." He agreed, as if that were a normal thing to do. I stared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "What exactly does this mean? I don't have to kiss you or something, right?" I asked, scrunching my nose up at the thought. "You don't, but you'd be lucky if you did." He said confidently, snorting. I raised my brows and scoffed, shaking my head. "You're quite confident in yourself." I noticed.

"So, you have a crush on her?" I asked, having trouble picturing him having actual feelings for a girl. He snorted and shook his head. "No. I just want sex." He admitted, no shame in his voice. Really, that made more sense. This was Luke, after all. I didn't see him bringing girls to his room very often now, but every so often a girl would wander out and head out. Most of the time, it was Sheila.

"Wow, so charming." I said flatly. "I can't imagine why she's never wanted you." I sarcastically said, peering up at him with an unimpressed expression.