Day 1- Tuesday

I went to bed very angry that night. How could my parents do this to me? They knew that Luke and I were complete opposites. He was fire and I was ice. They don't mix, and they never will.

My dad tried to talk to me about it, but I wasn't having any of it. As soon as they left- it was a very tense and quiet dinner- I went straight to my room. He called for me, but I only responded with a sigh and a "have a nice trip" before closing my door.

As I expected, that was the last I heard of them. When I woke up, they were already gone. The little note they always left was on the island as it always was. I picked up the baby blue paper and read it to myself. My border collie, Murphy, sat at my feet wagging his tail excitedly. If only he knew the 2 weeks he'd be in for now.

"We left for the airport. We understand that you are upset, but you might find yourself having a better time, not being alone. Luke will drive you home from school, and from there will be staying in the guest room until we return. No fighting!

Love Mom and Dad

Ps. Use the card we left to cover any food or gas expenses!"

I snorted as I placed it back where I found it. I couldn't believe they were worried about Luke and I fighting. First off, it's a given. We almost went at it last night, infront of them. Second, if I were a parent leaving my 16 year old daughter alone with an 18 year old guy, I wouldn't be worrying about them fighting.
I love my parents, but god, can they be naive sometimes.

I went back upstairs and got dressed. It only took me 5 minutes since I had my uniform. I dug around my room, looking for my school shoes, only to realize that I had tossed them aside carelessly when I returned from school. I jogged into the kitchen, slipping and falling on my butt because my socks made everything slippery. I always did that.

Murphy barked excitedly and tackled me a bit. I managed a laugh and pushed him off.

Note to self: don't wear socks for the next 2 weeks. If you do, you might trip, fall, and give Luke another reason to hate you and make fun of you.

I looked at the clock and saw I slept in later than I usually did, and only had 15 minutes to get to school on time. I cursed and grabbed my bag, high tailing it out. I slammed the door shut so hard that it rattled, and almost tripped as I went down the cement steps.

I ran as fast as I could, but it was hard. My bag was far too heavy, which turned my run into an awkward wobble. I would be a little embarrassed by this, but I was too scared to be late. My parents would be on my back if they saw I was late for school. Sure, they weren't home a lot, but boy did they track my school progress. My school had that stupid online grade checking system that allows parents to see every single thing.

I made it to the building with 4 minutes to spare, quickly skipping stairs to get up to my class on the 4th floor. I stumbled into the room, a panting and slightly sweaty mess. My teacher gave me a weird look, "did you run up the stairs?"
"Yeah," I breathed,
"I see," she chuckled softly to herself before going back to her MacBook.

"Well look who's here," Audrey smirked
I took a seat and rolled my eyes.
"Why are you in such a bad mood?" She asked
I growled, "you'll never guess,"
"I won't," she agreed, "so just tell me,"

"My parents left for England, and they left Luke to watch me," I shook my head.
She gasped. I nodded to affirm any doubt.
"They left the two of you by yourselves?" She gawked.
I nodded, "yeah! I'm so pissed,"
"You can stay with me," she suggested.

"No they aren't worried that I can't stay by myself," I told her, "they want Luke and I to get along,"
She made a face, "that's weird,"
"Tell me about it," I blew a brown strand of hair from my face.

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I spotted Luke out in the parkinglot, but I decided to keep walking. He probably wasn't too thrilled about having to drive me home from school, and I wasn't going to ask him to. Besides, I've walked home by myself many times already.

"short stack!" He called
I cringed. That was one if his stupid nicknames for me, because he was far too superior to call me by my actual name. I think the last time he's ever called me by my name was when I was 7. The thing was that I wasn't really that short. I'm 5'5", but I guess everyone seems short to you when you're 6'4".

"I know you can hear me," he snapped.
I turned and saw him glaring at me angrily. I huffed and started to walk back towards him a little.
"I'm walking home," I told him.
"No you aren't," he said, "I'm driving you, now stop being a brat and get in the car,"
"No," I snapped, "you're not staying at my house. Just stay at your own, you're parents aren't here to make you,"

"Ouch," he rolled his eyes, "I tried that, but my parents took my house keys before they left. All I have is a key to your house, and my car key,"
"So stay at your girlfriend's house," I shrugged.
"Her parents and I aren't on the best terms," he smirked to himself before getting serious again.
"Shocker," I snorted.

He flipped me off, "just get in the fucking car,"
I made a face and climbed into the passenger seat of his brand new, black mustang.
"I swear to god if you break anything, I'm going to make you sleep outside," he warned
I rolled my eyes, "dude, chill. It's not like you don't have the money to fix it anyways,"

"do you want to walk?" He glared
"Yes," I replied seriously.
I even had my hand on the handle to open the door. He locked it.
"You asked," I muttered.

He uttered some curses and backed out of the space.
"I'm not dealing with is shit for 2 weeks," he warned, "I'm in charge here, you're somehow my fucking responsibility, and I'm not getting in trouble because you were being stupid. So you do as I say, and when you aren't, stay out of my fucking way,"
"It's my house dipshit," I spat.
"I don't care, I'm older," he muttered,

"whatever," I scoffed,
I stared out the window the entire ride home. Neither of us said another word in the tense silence. When we got to my house, I got out of the car immediately and went inside, leaving the front door hanging half open.

"Your room is upstairs," I told him when he got inside, "second from the left,"
He didn't respond as he went upstairs. I sat on the stool at the island, doing my work. It was something that could keep my mind off of the fact that arguably my worst enemy was in my house right now.

I finished about an hour later and brought my belongings go my room, planning to close my door and just lie in bed, listening to my iPod. I turned and grabbed a gatorade out of the fridge and went to my room. I glanced across the hall and saw Luke sprawled on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

I wasn't paying attention, because when I turned back around I walked right into my own door. I hit it so hard that I stumbled backwards and dropped everything that was in my hands. My head felt dizzy for a couple seconds as I lay on the floor groaning.

The next thing I heard was laughter from Luke.
"You're such a fucking idiot," he managed to get out from his laughter.
I huffed impatiently and stood to my feet, wobbling a little. I had a nauseous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Leaning my hand on the doorframe was the only way I could hold myself up.

Luke, being the asswipe he was, didn't even ask me if I was okay. Here I was, on the verge of throwing up
because my head hurt so bad, and he was still laughing his ass off.

"Go to hell!" I screeched.
"I already am," he snorted, "I'll see you there!"
I glared and slammed my door shut.

I hate Luke Hemmings.

Notes

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