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36. “I wish I could hate you”

Luke grabbed your waist and lifted you in the air.

“Luke, I swear if you-” 

“What? I can’t hear you! We’re breaking up!” He said, making fake static noises. 

“We’re right next to-” You were cut off once again by Luke, but this time he threw you into the lake. It was a pretty gross lake, with murky green water and some tall weeds by the edges. You wanted to avoid going in the water at all costs, but Luke had been insisting that you go in with him. You closed your eyes and held your breath as you plunged into the filthy water. You felt the disgusting weeds at the bottom of the lake touch your feet making you swim as fast as you could to the surface and gasp for air as Luke jumped in as well. He splashed you as you covered your face and hugged you as he emerged from the water, laughing. 

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He said with a smirk. You glanced off to the side and pursed your lips.

“Okay, fine, I wish I could hate you.”

24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“Luke, you’re the only one I trust to do this.” You said to your best friend through the door. You were 13 years old and your parents had gone food shopping. Your best friend Luke was over and you had just gotten your first ‘gift’. This was great. Wonderful. Just what you needed. To beg your best friend (who happened to be a guy) for lady stuff. “Luke, please, I don’t have my phone and I don’t even wanna tell my parents cause you already know my mom will call everyone in my family and tell them and-”

“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT FINE.” You heard him say through the door. You cheered. You saw the shadow of his feet pacing back and forth through the door. “Do you have emergency money?” 

“Um...I may or may not have used it the last time we went to get ice cream?” You said, biting your lip afterword. Luke groaned and you watched as he walked away from the door. 

“Great. I gotta use my own money to go buy you ‘lady stuff’. A 13 year old boy. Great. Y/N, I swear if anyone sees me I’m going to-”

“Kill me, I know can you just go get it, please?” You asked.

“You owe me big time.” He said with a sigh before you heard the door close.

22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

You tapped your pencil on the wooden desk. With your elbow on the desk and your head in your hand, your eyes glanced lazily up at the clock. 10 minutes until the end of the period. 

“Miss Y/L/N, what was your response for number 6?” The teacher asked. He looked at you with a certain hatred in his eyes that rubbed you the wrong way. You smirked and sat back in your seat.

“Um, I don’t really care enough to answer Mr. Marensberg.” You said, putting on the fakest ‘nice girl’ voice you could muster.

“I see.” He said, narrowing his eyes and writing in his ‘big, bad book of student misbehaviors’. “Mr. Hemmings, would you care to answer?”

“In my personal opinion, I believe it is worse to fail at something than to never attempt it because there are far more benefits along with the knowledge and satisfaction that you did make an effort to succeed at said notion.” The blonde sitting next to you answered. 

“Anybody opposed to Mr. Hemmings?” Mr. Marensberg asked. No one said a word. He began to drabble on about the meaning of life or whatever when you turned and noticed that ‘Mr. Hemmings’ was looking at you, and you saw something before he turned his gaze away that you hadn’t seen other boys look at you with. Admiration. Class ended and everyone began to pack up, but before the boy could leave you grabbed his shoulder.

“Hemmings.”

“What?”

“Pretty rude for a teachers pet.”

“Look, I have to go-”

“Oh please, where? To lunch? To read?” You asked sarcastically. He glanced down. “Look, I just wanted to ask if maybe you wanted to have lunch together.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you like me.” You said plainly as if it were clearer than daylight. He abruptly looked up, blushing like crazy.

“I do not.” 

“Oh, c’mon hemmings, I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” You said, recalling the past two months of phycology class. “C’mon, one lunch.” He sighed.

“Fine.”

“Good, maybe you can tutor me on this whole meaning of life thing.” You joked as he rolled his eyes.