Chapter 2

My parents were going to be home soon so I turned my volume down a bunch so I'd be able to hear when they get home and started playing Minecraft on my Xbox360. Shortly after starting the game they got home so I turned my music off and continued to play. I would have plugged my earbuds in again, but then I'd have to deal with them questioning why I was listening to music with earbuds in while home alone. Apparently it's impossible for them to comprehend that I hate sharing my music playlists, I only share what songs I like when they jam out to certain songs. Example, if my mom jams to Popular by The Veronica's, I will silently jam with her. I will never openly offer a song I like that no one else has heard unless I know they have heard it and like it themselves. Sharing my playlist would be like "here read every single detail about me" and I am not at all into that. Sure I might need therapy but doesn't mean I wanna be sent to it, everyone would treat me like something terrible is wrong with me and they already do that so no thanks.

Once my parent's got home, the three of us greeted each other then they started making dinner since it's almost five in the evening. For some incredibly stupid reason unknown to me, they made god damn pork chops covered in shake n' bake with cauliflower and brussels sprouts. Literally all crap I seriously hate and will throw up from eating I hate it that much. The texture of all three make me gag, plus brussel sprouts taste god awful on top of it. Guess I'm not eating today, oh well. I went to bed around eight pm. I'm always telling my parents I'm probably gonna play on my phone for a while before actually sleeping, but in reality I was gonna lay here and cry till one in the morning and lay awake all night out of exhaustion. I know, makes perfect sense doesn't it? Unfortunately that's how my darkness consumes and tortures me, day and night. Push it down all day for it to overflow all night is how it's always gone, with no one noticing or caring about it. Just wish someone would notice my pain and just... love me... 

Morning soon came and I did my same-old same-old boring ass routine, wishing I didn't exist and wishing I could just disappear into thin air on my walk to school. Upon entering school grounds, I heard yelling and screaming over top of my music so naturally I paused it to eavesdrop without whoever it was noticing. I casually glanced around and saw Lucca and his latest girl having a fight, most likely a break up from his relationship trends, with her being offended she isn't the one to maybe tame the fuckboy heart of his.

"You're seriously breaking up with me!? Are you fucking kidding!?" She screamed at him.

Him being him; he gave a smile and replied, "Yup, sorry. I've gotten quite bored of this relationship we've got here, was fun while the excitement lasted though." She scoffed as tears rolled down her face. She punched him in the chest but he didn't even blink and she tried pretending it didn't hurt like a bitch as she stormed away crying. What a drama queen, gee, you dated him for—at the absolute most—a week, dumbass. Calm down. This is no where near the first time me, or anyone for that matter, has witnessed this situation. Happens every single time, every single girl that gets with him is an absolute moron and thinks they can be the one to last more than a week. Every single time, they somehow get butt hurt heart broken that they didn't succeed, ridiculously fucking stupid as all hell if you ask me.

Suddenly I locked eyes with Lucca for a second before I immediately looked away and went inside, getting my binder and going to class. My day was pretty much just like yesterday, just I got yelled at in English instead of socials. Since I was bored out of my mind in socials, I could feel someones piercing gaze staring at me. I never bothered to look around and see who though because I had an uncomfortable, nauseating feeling it was Lucca. At lunch Tessa was busy with her boyfriend again so I just slowly walked laps around the school again, listening to music this time while flipping through my binder to try and remember dumb shit on my own. I started turning a corner when all of a sudden a hard body slammed into me sending my papers absolutely everywhere from my binder hitting the floor. I looked up at the asshole that did that and found Lucca staring at me.

I glared at him as I took my earbuds out and spat, "Do you fricken mind?"

He smirked at me and smoothly answered, "Bumping into you at such a perfect time? No, I don't mind at all." This flippin asshole, I can't bloody believe him. Honestly, if everyone hates me so much as to deliberately send my stuff flying why can't they just pretend I don't exist? Is it really that hard for them? I know it fricken isn't because anytime I try speaking they manage just fine pretending I'm not in the room with them. Fricken christ. The amount of times in my life I've had to just fade out or just dead stop talking because of realizing not one person was listening, I cant even tell you a general number for how much that's happened.

Last time this binder falling to the floor crap happened to me it was in middle school, just minding my own business walking down the hallway when out of nowhere a group of guys deliberately bump into me. Then they laughed as they walked away, poorly pretending they didn't know they sent my papers all over the floor for others to walk on. Think anyone stopped to help me? No, course they didn't cause why the hell would they. It really stung that people would do this to me just to get a laugh, back then I had to fight tears because of it. Now I scoffed and rolled my eyes, sitting on the floor to start fixing my binder situation and mildly fighting tears just from the memory.

He knelt down in front of me and had the audacity to ask, "Hey, what's your name again?" His face looked smug, like he was using his stupid seduction technique or something. Wasn't workin for me, and never will.

I rolled my eyes and glared daggers at him as I growled, "Wouldn't you like to know." Then I went back to trying to organize my papers.

"I would actually, that's why I asked. You know, you're not really all that bright are you?" He said, pissing me off even more.

"Excuse me." I demanded, stopping what I was doing.

"Wow deaf too? Starting to regret you talking to me." He continued insulting me, voice like honey while he gave me that smirk.

"Uh, first of fucking all, you crashed into me, you friggin dickhole. And second, this entire stupid conversation is your damned fault so you can shut the hell up and leave me alone any damn time now." I spat, just shoving my papers into my binder so I can get up and leave.

"Woah, why so mean sweetheart? I just want to know your name and why your earbuds were looped over your ears, you know they can just go into your ears without the loop around right?" Lucca replied, fake hurt and having to throw an insult in there.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, starting to try and walk past him, growling, "The loop makes it harder for them to fall out, dipshit." He stopped me by grabbing my arm and turned me to face him. I glared at him and tried ripping my arm out of his grip, but couldn't get free so I growled, "What do you want asshole?"

"My dad made a bet with me that I couldn't date a girl for more than a week. He wants me to be with one for at the very least a month, but if I make it to six he'll give me six hundred bucks." Lucca started.

"What in the fucking hell does this have to do with me?" I retorted, trying again to get my arm back to no avail.

"Well, I was thinking, since you're quite unpopular around here—"

"Wow fuck you too." I interrupted angrily, no clue why the hell he's even been talking to me for so long.

"How bout we make a deal." He stated more than asked, smirking as he stared intently into my eyes.

I glared and scoffed in reply, "What kind of deal?"

"You be my fake girlfriend for as many months as we can tolerate it, and I'll make you a lot more popular." He answered, cutting straight to the chase.

I blinked and retorted, "Yeah, no fucking thanks."

Lucca actually looked surprised and questioned, "Wait what, why not?"

"I don't know if you've noticed, with your ego being so huge and in the way and all, but everyone hates me. They'll just think I'm way more incompetent than they already think I am." I retorted, finally fricken getting my arm back.

"But if we make it even a month they might start thinking you've somehow managed to tame this wild beast." He continued talking as he walked too closely beside me. He can't seriously have just said that about himself.

"Hmm well first, you aren't a quote "wild beast", you're just a dumb, sex obsessed fuckboy looking to screw every girl you set eyes on. Which is, I'm assuming, part of the reason why you demanded this crap from me since you've slept with every other girl in this school and there's no way in hell you'd get them to do this. Second, I'm barely able to tolerate being in the same building as you right now from how big your ego fucking is. And third, this is the last year I have to be in this stupid school so why ruin the nice boring rhythm I've got going?"

"My ego isn't the only big thing I've got babe." Lucca replied, winking at me. I genuinely almost vomited.

"Oh you mean your ego's ego? How fantastic." I sarcastically retorted, continuing to walk. It actually took him a second to come up with a come back to that.

"Sure, but that's not what I was talking about sweets."

"Stop calling me dumbass names, it's fricken annoying." I growled, looking forward and picking up my pace.

"But that's what couples do, call each other cute nicknames. We need this to be believable remember?" He replied, keeping up no problem since he's also unfortunately a jock.

"Last I checked I never agreed to helping you and your stupid fuckboy problem." I spat, still picking up walking speed.

"Fine you want some of the money cut too? A make-over to actually fit in? Jesus what else do you fucking want." He demanded, starting to lose his fake "kindness".

"You're seriously this fricken desperate for six hundred bucks? Get this thing called a job then you stupid fucktard. A part time minimum wage job can get you like SEVEN hundred bucks IN TWO WEEKS, jesus christ pick up a book once in a fricken while." I scoffed, can't believe he's literally wanting to fake date someone just for that. Especially since he's little rich boy who's daddy pays for absolutely everything.

I heard him sigh exasperatedly and say, "Okay fine, he refuses to let me have any inheritance to anything our family owns unless I can prove that I can commit to something aside from sports."

I laughed and stopped walking to look him in the eye and state, "Wow, you're a whole new level of dumb, selfish, piece of shit than I originally thought."

Lucca actually hung his mouth open in shock for two seconds then shot back, "At least people actually like me. Give me positive attention. Don't laugh behind my back. Need me to go on?" Fuck... That kind of hurt... I opened my mouth to reply then shut it again, glared at him and continued walking away.

"Lived this long, seems like an accomplishment to me, so have fun going and fucking yourself on the street when you get absolutely nothing since you clearly don't even deserve whatever that inheritance is." I spat, going into the girls bathroom so he'd quit following me. I don't care if I miss class, I'm fricken done. I stayed in the bathroom all class, waiting for the bell to go off again for next class and finally left the bathroom when it did. Only to find Lucca god damn waiting for me.