Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

After about ten minutes of begging, I finally agreed to let Lea and Cass help me get ready. As Lea poked at my face with cosmetics, Cass searched through my clothes. I was apprehensive to let Lea put makeup on me, as I normally only wear mascara, but I figured nothing bad could come of it. Cass, on the other hand, was more than displeased with my clothes. She kept complaining that I had nothing fun and that I needed to get new clothes, and I began to get upset about it.

“I like my clothes,” I told her with a frown.
“I’m sure you do,” she rolled her eyes. Lea was quick to finish my makeup and started on my hair, curling tiny sections and refusing to let me peek at myself in the mirror. I was careful to pull on the top that Cass had chosen, not wanting to mess up my hair. She grabbed a high-neck top that had lace covering the neck and arms, and plain black covering the rest, the top had a peplum that made me feel slightly less inappropriate. Although I wasn’t a big fan of it, I appreciated the fact that it covered me up for the most part. The whitewashed jeans she chose were a different story: They were my least favorite pair because they hugged my rear with such tightness, that I get unwanted stares.

I was slipping on the heels that Cass picked when I looked up to see their outfits. They wore tight, cropped tops and short skirts. I was shocked at how little they were covered, but I didn’t want to comment on it and ruin my chances to go to the party.
“See how hot we look?” Cass encouraged, pulling out her phone to take a picture of us in the mirror. “We’ll turn all the boys’ heads,” I wasn’t sure if she was joking.
“Mike’s here!” Lea announced, pulling me out of the room by my hand.
“Is the party close?” I asked, trying to keep up with their long strides.
“A ten minute drive,” part of me wondered how we’d get back, but I didn’t want to ask. As we approached a small black car, I noticed Luke was sitting in the passenger seat and couldn’t help but roll my eyes.
“The princess has arrived,” he sneered as I got into the car, just loud enough for Michael to hear as well, who merely laughed along.

***

We’ve only been at the party for about an hour and I’ve managed to lose Cass and Lea. We’d played a drinking game in the car and another in the frat house, and by the time I found myself alone, I was stumbling over my feet in search of a familiar face.
“Calum!” I called once I entered the kitchen, rushing up to him.
“Val! Have a shot,” He offered a small glass out to me and I took it, downing it before I had a second thought, he took a long drink out of the bottle.
“Have you seen Cass or Lea?” He shook his head with an apologetic smile, some girl came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist “Where’s the bathroom?” I asked, trying to escape before they started making out.
“Yeah, it’s upstairs,” Calum mumbled, spinning the girl around and catching her by the waist. I took that as my cue to leave.

Pushing my small body through the crowd of people, I started to become aware of how drunk I was due to the room spinning. Finally, I found the stairs and squeezed my way up. There were so many doors, that I just started trying the knobs to see if they were open. When I finally found a knob that would turn, I crept it open to see Luke and Cass in the bathroom. Both of their tops were on the floor, and he was pushing her body into the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist. They tore their lips away from each other, but every other part of them stayed connected.
“Oh… Um… Sorry I-I was just looking for the bathroom,” I stuttered, my face bright red.
“It’s occupied,” Luke snapped, leaning forward and slamming the door in my face. The wind of the impact caused me to gasp. With irritation, I stalked back down the stairs and found Ashton sitting on a couch in the living room.

“How's it goin’?” He asked, taking a swig of his beer.
“Fine… But I can’t find Lea,” I leave out the fact that I’d been looking for Cass too, and I just stumbled in on her with Luke.
“Hmm. She’s probably in Mikey’s room,” he shrugged. I sighed, glancing around the crowded living room. Ashton patted the space next to him and I reluctantly nudged myself between him and a couple making out. “You can hang with me if you want,” he slung an arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. I gave him a small smile but felt uncomfortable from his touch. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he only pulled me closer.
“I-I think I’m going to get some fresh air,” I mumbled, standing quickly and walking away from him before he could protest.

As I stepped outside, I immediately felt better. My anxiety of not being able to find Cass and Lea diminished, and the breeze made me feel more sober than I was. I dug in my purse for my phone, and a voice interrupted me.
“Need some help?” It asked.
“Excuse me?” I scoffed quietly, not bothering to look up. Maybe if I didn’t acknowledge them, they’d go away.
“Pretty girls don’t light their own cigarettes,” the voice explained, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Too bad I’m not out here for a smoke,” I finally looked up to see Luke, lighting his own cigarette and my mood worsened.
“Oh. It’s you,” he stated, rolling his eyes. I wanted to be rude to him, like he was to me, but when I opened my mouth, I had to shut it suddenly and hold my head.

“Leave me alone,” I groaned, forcing myself to sit on the concrete steps, my head against the wooden pillar.
“Are you okay?” Luke asked, seeming annoyed that he had to be out here with me.
“I think I drank too much,” I whined as he took a long drag and blew the smoke directly at me.
“Stand up,” He ordered with a small smirk. Without waiting for me to comply, he pulled me up by my arm. “Now walk in a straight line,” Rolling my eyes, I scoffed.
“I can’t even do that when I’m sober,” I complained.
“Could be possible that you’re an alcoholic and don’t understand the definition of sober,” I was unsure of whether or not he was joking or just being a jerk, but I laughed anyways, shaking my head and complying to his request, attempting to walk in a straight line.
“See, two left feet!” I snapped, toppling over. Luke swung out his hand, quickly grabbing my arm before I fell to the floor.
“Okay, I believe you. But you’re definitely drunk so sit back down,” He pulled my arm to the side, forcing me to sit back on the floor. His body sunk down next to me as he stomped out the cigarette. It was only half finished, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick,” I whined, my body falling against Luke’s. With an angry sigh, he pulled me into the grass. Almost immediately, I hunched over, vomiting onto the freshly mowed grass. Luke grumbled to himself, collecting my hair in his fist. I wasn’t bothered by the fact that he was pulling at the roots because I was thankful it wasn’t in my face.
“Take a deep breath, Valerie, jesus,” He ordered once I started heaving. After a few minutes of me puking, Luke pulled out his phone, typing away as he continued to hold my hair back. Finally, I pulled back, out of breath and feeling like absolute trash. Luke let my hair loose, and I wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve.
“I’m sorry,” I rasped.
“You should be. We just spent money on a lawn treatment.” My body found itself on the grass as I tried to catch my breath. “Get up,” he ordered, but I didn’t. I was too tired to continue listening to his angry words and rude opinions. Instead, I lied back, staring up at the stars.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Will you get up?” He tapped his foot next to me, waiting for me to comply. “Get up!” He repeated, nearly shouting. My body jerked at the loud noise, but I didn’t budge. “Are you deaf or something?” He spat, grabbing me by the forearms and pulling me up. He didn’t release my arms once I stood on the ground. “Goddammit, what’s wrong with you?” He shouted. I began to struggle in his grip, trying to push him away.
“Don’t… Touch… Me…” I managed to mutter out. Luke scoffed, letting my arms go with a light push. As he did, I toppled backwards, landing back on the grass and in the puke that left my body minutes ago.

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