Luke's POV.

I catch up to her at the ticket booth, her movie hasn't started yet, which gets her excited.

"Two tickets." She says to the bored cashier before turning to look at me, "Pay up, rich boy," She says to me.

I roll my eyes at her as I fish out a fifty, paying for the movie that I'm not even interested in watching, the cashier hands us the tickets and we start walking inside the theater. She drags me to the snack bar, she orders for a big bucket of popcorn and a big cup of coca cola, she makes me carry the popcorn as we head for the double doors.

Stepping through, I notice a feel people scattered around the almost empty theater, the lights are off and what seems to be the trailer plays on the screen.

We walk down the aisle, taking our seats midway in.

"They don't make horror movies like this anymore," She takes the popcorn from me and places it on her lap like she doesn't plan on sharing.

"No?" I look around us.

"No, ever since scary movie, every horror movie has been a comedy," She says, shoving a hand full of butter free popcorn in her mouth.

"Wasn't scary movie like a collection of all horror movies that was made into a comedy?" I ask.

"That's what I said, Richardson," She says with her mouth full.

"I didn't take you for-"

"Shush!" Someone from behind throws popcorn at us. We both turn to look back at the little boy sitting next to an older man.

The movie hasn't even started yet and it's a fucking R-rated movie for fuck's sake.

"You shush!" I also throw popcorn at him, the man next to him sends me a murderous glare, "Take him to watch Barbie or something," I say to the man, Reign giggles, sinking into her seat.

"As I was saying, I really thought you'd be one of those chicks who watch movies like The Note book just in order to cry your eyes out for no good reason and say shit like their love was so real." I chuckle.

"Of course you did, you think like that about every girl," She whispers since the movie has started.

True.

"And why do I feel like you've seen The Note book?" She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously.

"It's my sister's favorite movie," I shrug, she licks her lips like she's stopping a laugh from escaping her, I don't know why but I find myself staring at her now wet lips.

"Where does your sister go?" She asks, I clear my throat, looking at the screen ahead.

"Hawthorne academy," I respond.

"Hawthorne academy," She counters, "Sounds fancy," She says.

It is fancy, I was also supposed to go there but I protested, I wanted something normal that couldn't easily give me things just because I were a rich kid, and as far as I know, everyone from Hawthorne academy makes it to a good college, brains or no brains, they find themselves at good colleges that most likely earn them a good job in the world.

I didn't wanna do it like that.

"Uh-huh," I respond, watching that little animal-human like creature viciously murder a teenager.

"Damn," Reign laughs at the scene, I turn to stare at her.

"So, what's wrong with romance movies?" I ask, another set of popcorn comes raining down on us from behind.

"I swear to God, kid..."

"Don't swear to God, he doesn't know you." He says to me.

"Okay then, I swear to Satan if you don't quit it, I will send you to hell myself." I threaten.

"Bite me." He responds, I shift my gaze to the older guy.

"Dude, this is literally child exposure to violence and pornography." I say to him.

"He ain't my kid." He shakes his head.

"Come sit with us," Reign whispers to the kid like she just found her new best friend.

"What? No!" I protest.

"I don't do threesomes," says the kid.

We silently stare at him, including the man he's sitting next to.

"How old are you?" Reign questions.

"Thirteen," He clearly lies but confidently.

"Lying little shit," I chuckle.

"Penis breath," He shows me his tiny middle finger.

"What did you just call me?" I rise from my seat, he flies out of his seat, tripping and falling on his face before getting up and rushing out of the theater.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!"

"Shhhh!" Everyone shushes me.

"You shhh!" I sit down.

"Oh my God, Richardson, I'm never bringing you to the movies ever again, you're so loud and dramatic," She whispers before sipping on her cola.

"Oh, so you brought me?" I chuckle.

"Duh," her eyes go round.

"What's wrong with romance movies?" I ask a lot more quieter, she stares at me, chewing slowly.

"I don't know, I seem to find them a bit, overrated," She says.

What doesn't she find overrated?

"Why?" I ask.

"I .. uh, I don't think I believe in love." Admitting that to me made her physically uncomfortable and it showed.

"So what do you believe in?"

"Vampires, demons, angels, everything supernatural educated me with," She shrugs, eyes on the movie.

"What makes you think love doesn't exist?" Another question.

"Geez, Richardson, what is this? Twenty one questions?" She looks at me.

"And here I was, thinking we were finally getting along," I huff.

"I don't like personal questions," She shakes her head.

I send her a questionable stare.

"Why did you really jump in the pool?"

"Why did you agree to drive me home?"

"Because he said you were drunk and you needed a ride home," I answer honestly.

"Sounds made up to me," She mumbles, staring down at the popcorn.

"Why do you think I agreed?" I ask.

"I don't know, that's why I asked," She purses her lips, meeting my eyes. A strand of pink hair hanging before her eyes.

"Your hair sucks by the way," I tug at it, she glares.

"Bite me," She says when she doesn't find a proper comeback.

"Careful, I just might," I smirk at her.

"Fucking asshole," She mutters, looking away from me. I smile, finally turning my attention to the movie.

"That thing is ugly as fuck," I refer to the so called three finger.

"I bet he looks prettier than your dick," She responds.

So uncalled for.

I slowly turn to look at her with narrowed eyes, "Oh, I was talking to the guy behind me?" She swings her thumb over her shoulder, I turn to look at the guy who senses my gaze and looks at me with furrowed brows.

"Fuck you," I look at Reign, she smiles, shoving more popcorn in her mouth.

"Much better. I was starting to feel all icky with all that nice talk," She says, winking at me.

"My dick looks just fine for your own info," I grab a handful of popcorn, "let me know whenever you wanna take a peek, you'll never want to look at another dick again,"

She covers her mouth and laughs into her palm.

"You stare at it that long, Richardson?" She gasps dramatically,  holding in her laugh.

"Fuck off," I throw popcorn in her face, she jerks her head and giggles.

"Can you guys like go flirt somewhere else? We're trying to watch the movie!" Shouts the miserable looking lady from the front, a couple of people agree with her.

"We're not flirting," I defend.

"We don't even like each other but it's our birthday so-"

"Don't give a shit, just shut the fuck up already, Jesus." Says another person.

"Rude," She whispers to me, "Let's go," She gets up, ready to leave.

"We're not finishing it?" I ask in disbelief.

"Nope, they're accusing us of flirting, that's our cue to leave," She kicks my foot, signaling for me to stand.

I sigh, standing and leaping out of the row.

We walk through the red double doors but then she halts, walking backwards to the doors and holding one of them open, "Spoiler alert! Everyone fucking dies! Yes, including the super hot chick!" She shouts into the theater. I hear a couple of whines right before she releases the door and it shuts.

"Sick," I say.

"High five," She raises her hand in the air.

"Yeah, no." I snatch the cola from her hand, bringing the straw to my lips and leaving her hanging. She sighs.