Luke was your older sisters boyfriend. And you hated him just as he hated you. It wasn't anything in particular. It was just everything. Your sister was 29 and he was 31, you were only 18. He was arrogant. Cocky. Annoying. Too tall for his own good. Everything about him irked you. You didn't like him with her, but you put on a good face because she seemed like she really liked him. But she was blind to the fact he probably was only seeing her temporarily. Your older sister was a very optimistic one. You loved her for it but she was naive even for being older. Luke was your stereotypical mysterious guy. Tall, muscular, lean, smoker, dark hair, blue eyes, and always wearing those stupid black suits that were too tight. He knew you hated him and he felt the same. You were annoying to him. A nuisance. A silly girl who didn't know when to shut her mouth. He hated how you got under his skin and called him out on things. You made him want to break things and yell...

He was over to pick up your sister (who was visiting from where she lived). He was standing in the doorway with a cigarette. You were in the kitchen and grimaced seeing him. Your sister was upstairs getting dressed.