Chapter 6

The whole day in school is awkward - as usual - with Conor. I’ve never understood why it was but now at least we kind of have a reason.

“Ok so I’ll see you in half an hour” Jack smiles before he walks his separate ways with Conor.

When I get home, I get changed and sort my room out before Jack comes. I hear the doorbell ring half an hour later and open the door to Jack.

“Hey!” I say, stepping aside for him to walk in.

“Hey are you alright?”

“I’m good how are you?” I ask and he just moans. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve just had another argument with Conor about coming here” he laughs.

“I don’t see what his problem is” I sigh.

“Either do I. I brought doughnuts!” he smiles, showing me the bag of doughnuts “Conor’s gonna go ballistic” he says, making me laugh. He’s obviously stole Conor’s doughnuts.

After watching films, eating food, going on the laptop, making weird videos and taking pictures, we both agree on attempting to bake a cake. Jack get’s the instructions up on the laptop and we start getting the ingredients out of my kitchen cupboards.

“Jack it doesn’t make any sense!” I moan.

“Just read it again” he says as calmly as possible, trying not to get angry. We’ve been reading the instructions for about half an hour now and they don’t make any sense at all. How hard can it be to bake a cake?

“I give up” I groan.

“Don’t!”

“Jack, we’ve been trying to do this for half an hour and it’s not working”

“Come here, you have something in your hair” he says, stepping forward. I put my head down so he can get whatever it is out, when I feel a crack on my head and Jack bursts out laughing.

“Jack, what the hell was that?” I gasp, looking at the cracked shell in his hands. He's cracked an egg in my hair... I grab the bag of flour and pour it all over him, making him turn completely white.

“That’s it” he snaps, throwing whatever food he can find at me. We get into a massive food fight, throwing whatever I can find across the room, and when I slip on all the eggs on the floor, Jack sits on my stomach, putting his legs at either side of my body. “Tell me how much you love me” he smirks.

“I don’t love you!” I shout, trying to release from his grip.

“You sure about that?” he smiles, rolling his head back in laughter.

“Nev-“ loud knocks at the door interrupt us.

Please don’t be my Mum. Please don’t be my Mum.

Jack rolls off me, “You’re lucky the person at the door interrupted”.

“I’m so lucky” I roll my eyes and walk over to the door. I open it to see Conor stood there with his head down. “Um, hi?”

“What the fuck happened in here?” he gasps, marching into my house. Me and Jack look at each other then burst out laughing. I look at all the egg, flour, bread, sugar, haribo’s, milk and water around my entire kitchen. It’s all over the cupboards, floor, sink... It’s everywhere basically.

“Jack, it’s everywhere. We need to clean up before my Mum gets back” I say as seriously as possible, holding in my laughter.

“We?” he raises his eyebrow.

“Yes, we” I mock him. “You’re the one that put egg in my hair”

“And you’re the one that poured flour and haribo’s all over me”

“You’re the one that poured water and milk on m-“

“SHUT UP!” Conor shouts. “Lucy, when do your parents get back?”

“Nine” I Mumble.

“Right, we have forty-five minutes to clean up” he says, seriously. “Come on then!”

Without arguing, I get the mop and start mopping the floor. Jack starts cleaning the cupboards with the dish cloth and Conor starts putting pieces of bread in the bin, as well as putting everything we moved back in place. I don’t know why Conor’s here but he’s helping clean up so I’m not complaining.

In about half an hour, the kitchen is almost spotless. “Right Lucy, you need a shower. Me and Jack will finish up in here” he mumbles, not looking me in the eye.

“What about Jack? He’s filthy!”

“I’ll get one when I get home, go on I’m fine here!” he smiles.

“Ok. Um, thanks” I nod, before running upstairs and having the quickest shower possible. I can hear laughing downstairs so I assume they’re getting on well.

My shower takes me 5 minutes which I’m pretty proud about. I towel dry my hair and put it in a quick pony tail, before changing into some joggers and a sweater.

I go downstairs and see Jack and Conor in the living room playing some game on the laptop while watching a comedy show. Its 8:55pm, meaning my parents will be home any minute, although they’re usually about 10 minutes late anyway because of traffic. I walk into the kitchen to see it spotless. It’s just like nothing happened. In fact, I think it’s cleaner than it was before the food fight, I’m shocked...

I walk back into the living room and see Conor with his feet up on the sofa, flicking through the channels. I move his feet and sit on the same sofa, putting his feet back on my lap. “Thanks” I smile.

“It’s fine” Jack sighs.

“Not you Jack. You’re the one that started all this. I’m talking to Conor” I smirk, making Jack pout. He’s taken most of the flour off himself but he still looks a bit white.

“Um, it’s ok” Conor mumbles, not taking his eye off the TV.

I hear the keys trying to open the door and my eyes shoot up at Jack. He knows my parents will go mental for having 2 boys around at the house so he stands up and runs towards the back door. Conor looks so confused so I grab his wrist and run towards Jack who’s already out of the door. I push Conor out and shut the door behind him, just in time.

“Hey Lucy, sorry we’re late. The traffic was horrendous” Dad apologises as Mum hangs the key up on the wall.

“It’s fine” I assure them, although they’re only 2 minutes late. I run up to my room and check my phone.

From - Unknown Number: I know you stole my doughnuts...

Conor... How did he get my number? Maybe Jack gave it him.

To - Conor: Blame Jack! It wasn’t my idea

From - Conor: I’m only joking. I think they were out of date anyway ;)

To - Conor: Are you joking?

From - Conor: Nope

To - Conor: oh great

From - Conor: hahaha, science tomorrow

Why is he being nice to me now? I don’t know whether to be happy or worried about his behaviour...

To - Conor: Can’t wait-_-

From - Conor: I bet you can’t. You get to sit next to me

To - Conor: Oh the joys;)

From - Conor: Tight

To - Conor: You know I’m joking;) anyway, leave me alone, I’m going to sleep

From - Conor: haha, see you tomorrow x

Half an hour later and I still have butterflies. I can’t sleep. I’m not even tired anymore. Why does he do this to me? He’s been so nice to me tonight, helping me out in the kitchen and texting me, but I bet tomorrow he’ll continue ignoring me. I can’t be bothered anymore. I’m getting uncontrollable feelings for him that I really don’t want. I don’t want things to be different with me and Jack if I did have a chance with Conor.

I know I don’t have the slightest chance with him. We’re too different and I know he doesn’t (and never will) feel the same way as I do.