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The Fridge Confrontation

I savoured every delicious bite of my ice cream, This was truly the best ice cream I had ever tasted. Luke, sitting next to me with his Coke in hand.

"What did you do to yourself?" he suddenly asked, breaking me out of my ice cream-induced reverie.

I looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean?"

He took a sip of his Coke before continuing, "Why did you change your hair and your clothes?"

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not?"

Luke glanced at his watch and quickly finished his Coke before declaring, "You look...well, you look."

Before I could even respond, he abruptly stood up and announced, "We have to leave."

I let out a dramatic sigh as I peeled myself off the tiny chair at the ice cream stall.

I trudged towards his car, Luke impatiently walked ahead of me. Typical. One moment he was all friendly, stopping for ice cream for me, and the next he was acting like I was the one holding up the show. I couldn't keep up with his mood swings if I tried.

Luke's face was like a storm cloud, full of anger and frustration. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tight, I was starting to worry it might pop off.

I stared out at the never-ending stretch of road ahead, I couldn't help but feel like I was in some sort of time warp. Each minute that ticked by seemed to drag on for what felt like hours.

I tried my best to keep my mouth shut and focus on the road, but my natural instinct to chat and fill the silence was fighting its way to the surface. It was like a battle of wills between my desire for peace and my innate need to babble on about anything and everything.

But as the minutes turned into what felt like hours, I could feel the pressure building. It was like a pressure cooker inside my head, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I caved.

Unable to resist any longer, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Did you know that giraffes have the same number of vertebrae in their necks as humans do?"

"What?" he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and annoyance. Typical.

"Yes, I was reading about it the other day and it's actually quite fascinating," I began, eager to dive into the details.

"I don't care about shit like that," he interrupted, cutting me off before I could even finish my sentence. Rude.

"Clearly," I muttered under my breath, unable to resist a sassy remark.

"What?" he inquired, clearly not catching my quiet jab. Seriously, what's with all the 'what' questions?

"Nothing," I replied with a fake smile, deciding to let it go. I rolled down my window, hoping to get some fresh air and clear my head of his dismissive attitude.

relief washed over me as we finally pulled up into the driveway of his father's billionaire mansion. The air outside felt crisp and refreshing compared to the tense atmosphere inside the car.

"Thanks for the ride," I said with a forced smile, quickly exiting the vehicle and slamming the door shut behind me. I could hear Luke mutter a curse under his breath, but I decided to ignore it and make my way towards the grand entrance of the mansion.

"Mom?" I called out, but the house was quiet, the only noise I hear is the gardeners outside with their lawn equipment cutting the grass again!

I sighed and walked to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich, before I could put it in my mouth Luke was standing behind me.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I jumped and my sandwich dropped on the floor.

Seriously?

""Nothing, well I was about to enjoy my sandwich,"

I looked down to see a mischievous glint in the eyes of Luke's dog as he snatched my precious sandwich and made a run for it.

Can someone please take this dog? I thought to myself, watching in disbelief as the furry thief disappeared around the corner with my sandwich in tow.

But before I could process what had just happened, Luke approached me with a perplexed expression on his face. "No, I mean what are you doing to me?" he kind of whispered with a soft tone.

Confused, I stuttered, "I...I don't know what you mean." Before I could say anything else, Luke pushed me backwards against the fridge, the cold metal sending a shiver down my spine. His intense gaze bore into mine, waiting for an explanation that I couldn't provide.

"Why did you have to change your appearance, you looked. Well," Luke stuttered, unable to find the right words.

"Nerdy? Someone you could tease and make fun of?" I retorted, trying to keep my cool despite the close proximity. "Or was it when you let your friend throw me in the water after you knew my father drowned?"

I could feel the tension in the air as I stood my ground, determined to finally confront Luke.

With a surge of courage, I continued, "I need to know why you did it, other than accusing my mother of being a gold digger."

"I didn't mean for you to get hurt, my father..." he stammered, trying to explain himself. He backed away from me, his eyes darting towards the floor.

"After my mother left my father for another woman, he had some less-than-desirable women around the house, all after his money. It was a mess, to say the least."

I decided to break the tension by making us both a sandwich. As I started to spread the peanut butter, I could feel the pain radiating off of him. It was almost palpable, like a dark cloud hanging over us.

"When my father came back from his business trip, he told me he married your mother and... well, there was you as well," he said, taking a bite of the sandwich I had just made for him. There was a moment of silence before he continued.

"I was angry. I knew no one could love my father. I mean, my mother left him, she left me," he explained, his voice filled with emotion.

I had changed my appearance not to defend my mother's honor, but to play a little game of my own. I wanted to make him fall head over heels in love with me, only to crush his heart into a million pieces when I inevitably left town.

"You didn't have to change who you are to prove a point. I know your mother loves my father," he said, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hurt.

I plastered on a fake smile and nodded, pretending like his words didn't affect me.

But as he spoke with that soft, almost seductive voice, I found myself questioning my own motives. Was I really capable of hurting someone so deeply for revenge?