sleeping with the enemy ?? zach herron

Warning; I did not proofread. Sorry for any grammar mistake.

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ISABELLA

How did he know about my apartment?

"Hello, Bella. Since it's Sunday, I thought maybe it was a good idea for us to continue our project. It's due soon and it's better if we start it early"

Oh and since when did the Luke care about getting the project done early?

I passed the palm of my hand on my eyes making sure that I didn't have any tear accidentally still falling off.

"Luke, I'm sorry but I'm not in the mood for this right now" I sigh.

Zach had just left. Doing the project would only make me even more stressed.

"I'm sorry but it's not weather we're in the mood or not. Unfortunately, it's something we're required to do in order for us to pass the class, and you being you, I know you want to pass" he smiles.

I shake my head. I really wasn't in the mood.

"Luke–" I began saying but him stepping forward and passing by me, into my apartment stopped me.

He had the audacity to enter my apartment as if it was his.

"Can you leave?" I tried sounding nice.

He looked at me and rolled his eyes before sighing.

"I'm serious." I said, pointing to the door as if it's another way to let him know that I wanted him to leave.

"So am I."

"Then get out. We'll work on this tomorrow at school. The teacher will give us time during class" I tried getting him out but nothing helped.

"Bella, stop being so stubborn and let's just work on this" he said, throwing himself on my couch.

He opened his backpack up and began taking out papers and his computer, placing it in the coffee table.

Knowing I couldn't win this fight, I closed the door and sat next to Luke.

"So first of all, we need to get to know each other?" He says.

Wait what?

"What do you mean get to know each other? Luke, this is an English project not talk about your life project"

"The instruction are online if you don't believe me." He sighs.

"Fine, whatever," This time it was my turn to sigh, "Where do we start?"

"Let's annotate this packet together and then we can start asking each other the questions in the packet."

With a sigh, I turned to him.

"You start." I say.

"Okay, first question. How many siblings do you have?"