Chapter 6

"What the hell are you doing in my closet?" Lucca questioned me as I lay on the floor looking up at him.

"Uh, hide and seek. Fricken DUH. Dumbass, you never played before or what?" I retorted, not moving.

"No, b—"

"Yeah I can tell, you fucking suck at it. Anyhow, you going to feed me now that you're bothering to be in the same damn room as me?" I interrupted—knowing full well he was about to call me a bitch—then I stood up and fixed my shirt.

"Pft. No." Lucca snorted as I got up, then he turned and went back to laying down. Fuck though is this actually his room? I did NOT expect it to be so clean. Though I suppose he does have... guests... over a lot so he probably wouldn't want a messy room, to keep them in the mood. Gross. I mean good for him for having a clean room but his probable reasons are what's gross.

One might think I hate sex but, I actually just don't get loveless sex. Sure I'd like to actually experience that shit but HA, like that will ever happen. I just don't understand the want to do it with multiple people but I know that's not everyones view, so no hate to people at all. Anyhow back to conversation.

"I might just have to resort to some primal scream therapy, but first; are you wanting to do this the easy way and just give in to getting me something to eat? Or the hard way and find out just how truly annoying I can be?" I asked, crossing my arms. He rolled his eyes at me, not answering and just continued to play on his phone. "Ight. Fine. I'll chose for you, screaming it is. aaaaaAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I started my scream at normal speaking level, quickly growing in volume, but after a few seconds Lucca dramatically sighed, throwing his head back in annoyance, then got up and clamped a hand over my mouth growling, "Fucking fine bitch. Come on." I returned his glare and followed him to the kitchen. If I'm being forced and blackmailed into dealing with his shit, the least I can do is be fucking annoying. Besides, I'm almost never hungry so the fact that I am right now means I should eat. The kitchen was as expected—ginormous—with an island the size of a huge dining table that seats ten or so people. To not be even more rude I didn't sit down and stayed standing.

"If you've got like Kraft Dinner or Mr. Noodles I can make it myself so long as you show me where shit is." I told him, offering a less disrespectful option to not be such an ass in someone else's house. Cause.. it is quite rude to demand someone feed you just in general, but then in their own house it's even worse and I'm not THAT much of a cunt. He huffed and opened a cupboard, pulling out a pack of Mr. Noodles and tossing it at me, very poorly and absolutely terribly I might add, but I caught it no problem without even blinking. Surprise had crossed Lucca's eyes briefly before it got replaced by the irritation that was there before it. He opened another cupboard and pulled out a pot big enough for the soup.

He annoyingly pointed at the sink and stated like I'm two years old, "Water. And this is a stove." Lucca added, moving his finger to point at the stove instead.

I rolled my eyes and retorted, "Thanks asshat, but I have a few more brain cells than you seem to, so you don't need to talk to me like that."

He chuckled dryly at me, moving in too close for comfort to threaten, "Don't fucking test me sweetheart." With that he turned and went back to I'm guessing his room, leaving my heart pounding.

I glared after him and muttered fairly loud, "Go ahead and kill me bro, sick of being here breathing anyway." Then I got to "cooking", eating ten minutes later. I didn't want to snoop every cupboard for a bowl so I just ate out of the pot once I found a fork. After I finished eating I just sat thinking. If we can even survive fake dating for a month or more, what's going to be my reason for "breaking up" with him? With all the girls he's dated I've never heard a single rumor of him cheating at all, but with me he's not actually getting anything physical so... Is he going to be having several "secret relationships" with others, or is he somehow gonna hold his sex obsessed shit together and manage to wait till we "break up"? If he does have "secret relationships", then it would still make me look like the idiot that was like everyone else. Also, at some point we'll probably have to start kissing in front of people at least sometimes just so everyone believes in this stupid lie.... Fuck man... can't believe my first kiss is going to be the schools jackass fuckboy.... Kill me. Cause it's not like I'll get a real boyfriend in the time I'm stuck with Lucca. More accurately it's not like I'll ever get a real boyfriend ever in life anyways... Sigh....

Can't wait to just graduate and leave for college, yes I am very untalented but maybe going to Europe will help me develop some super artistic talent or something. I need to get away from this stupid little town of bullying assholes, least I've only got not even six months left. Back in September I applied to a study abroad thing with a scholarship and got accepted, so pretty much as soon as I grad I'm moving to England to start life there as soon as possible. I've saved up a lot of money so I'll be able to buy neccessary things till I land a job over there, I am still saving for it though so I get a good start to my new life. Every now and then I do chores or some other form of work for my grandma's friends and they pay me probably more than they should. Even though I technically have loads of money saved; I pretend I don't have any, just so I don't spend too much of it so I have enough for England. While I was deep in thought I didn't notice Lucca come back, until he yanked on my chair to pull it out from under me. I didn't fall like he expected me to however, and held myself with my elbows on the table and my toes on the floor for a few seconds.

I looked over at him then stood up and asked flatly, "Fucking really. Was that necessary."

He blinked at me then shook his head and stated, "You're going home now. Act like you don't want to."

"Awww..... I wish I could stay here all night with you.... But my mom would kill me.... Sucks that we have to be apart.. At least you're driving me home and giving me a good night kiss though right?" I loudly whined like he wanted so his dad would hear, mentally shooting myself at the bullshit I have to keep saying.

"One day we could live together and we'll be able to wake up side by side every single morning. But right now, of course I'm taking you home." Lucca replied just as loud, rolling his eyes and walking me out the door calling out, "Hey dad I'm just taking Jay home I'll be back!" Then he closed the door and we got in his car.

A scary, absolutely terrifying drive later we reached my house where I went to get out but was stopped by him asking, "What? You don't want that good night kiss?" I froze to hear what he had to say since I'm not a rude piece of shit like everyone else, then stared blankly at him. I knew he was trying to piss me off, get another reaction, but all I did was finish getting out and walked into my house without a single word.

"And why are you home so late young lady?" I heard my mom ask as soon as I had the door closed. Shit, I never told her I wasn't going to be home right after school.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you I was gonna hang out with Tessa after school today." I smoothly lied like I seem to do all the time now. I don't want to tell her about Lucca. Not telling her he's my boyfriend and not telling her he's my fake one either, she wouldn't understand the fake part and just constantly nag for answers I don't have. And if I told her he was my boyfriend she'd flip shit then not understand why I dumped him later, no matter what fake reason we end up going with.

"Okay, remember to tell me next time so I know you're safe." She slightly scolded before going back to her room. I soundlessly sighed and headed to my tiny, supremely cluttered room. I would normally have a shower since I haven't had one for a couple days now and my hair is getting a little gross, but I don't have a single ounce of energy to walk all the way to the bathroom, grab a towel, close the door, get naked, turn the water on, get in, clean my entire self, get back out, dry off, and get dressed again. Way too much fucking work, so I just went and leaned over the bathtub and washed only my hair to make it seem like I showered. Saved myself like six out of ten steps right there. After my hair was in the towel for long enough, I took it out and mildly fixed it then went to play halo reach for a while as I let it air dry. Once it was dry I of course went to bed, again crying myself to sleep per usual.