My stepbrother ~Luke Hemmings

[Chapter 7]

I got near to no sleep last night. The events of the day were swarming through my brain, plaguing it with different theories that were keeping me awake. The one thing that I couldn't get over was why Luke chooses to make life difficult for the both of us. I mean I understand that he doesn't like me, which is okay, not everyone has to get along. But why confront me, why bother trying to get a rise out of me.
That's the difference between us I guess. I actively avoid him, while he sits around and waits for me to get home.
But I wasn't going to let this affect me, at least not for this weekend. As long as I get my way in avoiding him, then I'll be okay. But I don't trust that that's what Luke has in mind.

At around 8am I decided that I wasn't going to get any more sleep and thought it best to just start my morning routine. I was done before 8:40 which felt almost like a record. Shoving my phone into my pocket I headed downstairs, wanting to say goodbye to mum and Andrew before they left. However as I stepped into the empty kitchen I saw something small laying on the island, approaching I noticed that it was a piece of paper. I delicately picked it up, smoothing out the edges while I read,

"Emma and Luke,
Andrew and I left a tad bit early for the hotel so that we could spend as much time as possible on the beach. I trust that you two will be okay.
Leftovers are in the fridge, if you need anything call us.
Lots of love x"

I noticed she hadn't signed off as 'mum', probably felt it wasn't entirely her place. I put the paper back on the island so that Luke could read it whenever he came down, then turned to the fridge to get something for breakfast. Staring blankly at the shelves I grabbed the milk carton and decided on cereal. But as I closed the fridge door I jumped back, seeing a smirking Luke looking down at me from the doorway. I reminded myself of my weekend survival plan that consisted of simply ignoring him, and I did just that. I turned back around, not giving him the satisfaction of even a small eye roll and carried on with making breakfast.

His footsteps walked over to the island and I heard the crinkling of paper.
"What's this?"

I ignored him, I guess his dad never left him notes.

"Not talking are we?" I could literally hear his smirk.

He was quiet for a few moments, reading the note before he let out a small hum.
"So we're alone"

He really couldn't take a hint, huh.

Footsteps started walking over to me, at this point i was done making my bowl of cereal but was too nervous to move. He stood inches behind me as I clanked the spoon against the bowl, not even eating but just trying to make noise to fill the dreadfully still air in the kitchen. He leaned down to my ear, breathing against my skin, making goosebumps form all over my body.

"You can't ignore me forever" he whispered.

He then quickly moved to standing beside me, leaning up against the counter with his eyes fixated on me. I couldn't help but look back. He was used to getting what he wanted, and I wasn't going to let that happen. So as he carried on staring at me in hopes to make me uncomfortable or scared, I grabbed my bowl and headed back up to my room. Keeping my face as still as ever. Luke was not going to win this one.

As I finally sat down by my desk, I pulled my phone out deciding on a way to show Luke that he wasn't going to intimidate me into having his own way. I pulled up Michael's contact and began typing.

Emma
"Hey mikey, parents are out for the weekend so if you guys want we can hang out at mine x"

From Michael
"Wait are you sure? What about Luke, I thought he couldn't know about us all hanging out"

Emma
"I've actually had just about enough of him to the point that I don't care if he knows anymore, so yes i'm sure"

From Michael
"Shit he's that bad? I feel for you having to live with him, I'll text you when we're on our way"