After school, Charlotte and I had gone over to her house to work on our project.
"Hand me the scissors," she said towards me. I did as told and then she had started cutting out the bolder words for the first part.
"So what's up with you and Luke," Charlotte asked, continuing to cut the paper.
"I don't want to talk about it," I said, playing with some string.
"Awe come on, at least tell me something. I need to know something," Charlotte begged. I really didn't want to tell her because I didn't know what to say.
"Well what do you want to know then," I asked.
"Like are you two dating, are you in love with him secretly," she asked.
"Okay, I'm going to tell you this one time and one time only, Luke and I aren't dating, I'm not secretly in love with him, and we are definitely not even close to being friends," I explained.
She simply nodded and went back to work.
I had arrived home a few hours later. We had finished the project and like what we did. "There's dinner on the stove if you'd like some," my mom said, walking into my room.
"Okay thanks mom," I responded. I continued to look up at the ceiling and just lay on my back in my bed.
"Honey, is everything okay," my mom asked, walking closer to me.
I hesitated and then said, "no. Mom can I ask you a question,"
"Sure honey, what is it," she asked, sitting on the bed.
"If you know someone's hitting on you and they are in love with you, and you don't like them back, but then second guess your love for them, does that mean that you shouldn't let them go," I asked. I was trying to explain my situation with Luke's annoyance, without actually saying his name.
My mom just simply chuckled and looked over at my bookshelf.
"I remember when your father and I were that way. He was a player back then, every girl would want to date him, while all he wanted from them was sex," she started. "Then he sees me, and starts hitting on me, I didn't like him at first, he was my worst enemy and annoyed the shit out of me. Well long story short I started falling for him and then we dated and got married," she finished.
"Wow, seems like you had it easy," I responded, a bit surprised with that story.
"Not necessarily, you're father wasn't the best back then, he would always go out with friends instead of staying home with me, you, and your brother, Louis," mom responded.
"Well thanks mom, that helped," I said, half lying.
Just as my mom went to walk out, I stopped her by saying, "oh hey mom there's this party this weekend, and I was wondering if I can go,"
"Sure honey," she said with a smile, and then walked out.
Well that was easier than I thought. She usually asks a bunch of questions that I never feel like answering.