Luke

Chapter 17

When I got inside, I heard Lilly's and an unfamiliar voice fill the house. I sighed, closing the door behind me. I saw another girl slip into the kitchen.

"It's some boy in black," the unfamiliar voice spoke.

"Oh, that's just my other brother. It's fine."

I walked towards the kitchen entrance, looking inside. "What're you doing?" I asked. Lilly and the other girl looked at me blankly.

"We're baking," Lilly smiled. 

"I thought you weren't allowed to use the oven."

"Well...Sam wasn't here and you weren't either, so...." Lilly trailed off. 

I looked from her to the other girl. "Who're you?"

"Uhm, Cameron. Hi."

I kept staring at her and she looked away uncomfortably. "I think you're burning shit," I mentioned. 

Lilly tilted her head in confusion, then turned quickly and opened the oven. A thin cloud of smoke came from the oven door. 

"Crap," Lilly murmured, taking a cloth and fanning the smoke. The smoke detector didn't go off, probably because it's been broken for a while. Cameron helped fan the smoke with Lilly, enthusiastically waving around the cloth. I continued to my room, closing the door behind me when I entered. I overhead Cameron and Lilly talking.

"So that's Luke?" Cameron questioned. 

"Yeah," Lilly replied. I heard a drawer open. 

"He seems scary."

"He's not," Lilly laughed. "He just tries to act like he is. He's actually really cool."

"He doesn't seem cool."

"He has a hard time showing it."

I dropped my bag and went to my bed, sitting down and taking off my sunglasses. The bedside drawer creaked as I opened it and set the glasses inside, taking out the pill bottle and dry swallowing one of them. I grabbed a cigarette and lit it, opening the small window above my bed. I kicked off my shoes, swinging my feet up onto the bed and taking a drag of the cigarette. Lilly talking about me made me feel sick. It made me feel like she knew me. I hated that.

I closed my eyes, taking another drag of my cigarette and trying to relax. My hand hung limply over the bed over a makeshift ashtray. I felt the vodka bottle with my finger; I haven't drunk from that in a while. I tried not to get drunk. I usually only did when I felt like complete shit and needed to forget. That wasn't the case right now.

I didn't feel like finishing my cigarette. The smell of smoke made its way into my room from the kitchen, the voices chatting and clanging coming from down the hall. I put out my cigarette and turned over in bed, staring at Jay's drawings. I cracked a small smile, closing my eyes and trying to block out the noises in the kitchen.

I heard a knock on my door a while later. The door slowly creaked open.

"Luke?" Lilly's voice softly called.

"You're not supposed to be in here." I hissed, keeping my eyes shut. 

She came over, placing something on my headboard. "You won't tell Sammy, right?"

"Tell him what?"

"That I was baking with Cameron."

"I don't give a fuck want you do and what you don't do."

"So...that's a no?"

I sighed. "No, I won't tell him. Now go away."

"Thank you," she stood there for a bit before walking out and closing the door behind her. She fucking knew not to come into my room.