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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

We're Fucked Up.

“Hey, sleeping beauty!” Lea’s voice woke me by shaking my shoulder. I gasped, my eyes springing open. I don’t why I thought it was Luke, but the thought scared me. What would he do if he came over today? Would he be as angry as he was last night? Would he be back to his normal self? Was that even his normal self or did his normal self show last night? Is he just putting on an act with me? Who is he, really? My head is spinning from all the questions I have and I feel sick, thinking about everything that happened.

“Did you forget which bed was yours?” She laughed, walking over to my desk as I sat up. My eyes focused on the mess from last night as Lea picked up the empty bottle of scotch and stored it with her other empty bottles. “How much did you drink last night? This place is trashed.” Her tone was humorous, but I wasn’t much in the mood to joke. How could I be after last night? I was still shaken up from all the hurtful things he said and the hateful look on his face as he threw everything around. Did she know? The way she joked with me made me think that she didn’t, but my anxiety still poked through. What if he went back home last night and told everyone about what he did? What if I was the laughing stock among our friends?

“I wasn’t drunk,” I stood up from her bed and began to collect my notes and pile them together, not bothering to reorganize. I was too tired to deal with it now. I just wanted to sleep the day away. I’m sure I would have, if Lea didn’t wake me up.
“Then what happened?” She helped me pick up my textbooks and set them on my desk.
“Luke and I had a fight.” I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk about it, but I needed to at the same time. “He did that.” I motioned to the crack in the wall and her eyes fell to the broken mug as she gasped.
“He did?” She asked and I nodded, placing the notes on my desk before kneeling down to pick up the broken glass.
“My phone also has a crack in it.” Although that wasn’t necessarily his fault, I felt like it was worth mentioning. He startled me enough to make me drop it when he barged in.

Lea’s fingers ran down the crack in the wall before she picked up the book and set it with my other schoolwork.
“I’ll put in another work order for the door and add in the wall.” She gave me a small smile, trying to pretend like everything would be okay when I wasn’t sure if it would be. “You guys have fights all the time. Everything will work out.” She tried to help, but I wasn’t being very receptive. I stood up, glass in hand.
“No.” I sighed. “This time it was different. I was… Scared of him. He was throwing things and yelling and he was drunk and I-” I stopped, suddenly unable to catch my breath. I felt the tears wet my cheeks and furiously wiped them away with the back of my hand.

“I was scared,” I finished and Lea engulfed me in a hug.
“I know he can be hard to understand, but he’s changed a lot since he met you, Val.” I wasn’t sure how that was supposed to make me feel better. “Maybe it’s worth talking to him about.” She pulled away from me, her hands on my shoulders. “He had a rough night. Garrett beat the shit out of him because he didn’t want to go to May’s this weekend. Maybe that’s why he was so angry,” she suggested and my eyes found the floor. But why does that justify what he did? Breaking my favorite mug, throwing my papers around, cracking the wall. “I mean, I’m not saying that excuses it.” She read my mind. “I’m just saying… Maybe he has an explanation. I don’t want to see you ruin a good thing without thinking it over first. Just talk to him, okay?” I nodded, unsure of what else to say. She was right, he at least deserved to be heard out.

He didn’t tell me the circumstances of the fight, or that he hadn’t started it. But then again, I didn’t ask. With a sigh, I switched the glass to my other hand before dropping it all together.
“Crap!” I sucked in a breath, holding my hand out to see blood pooling on my palm.
“Shit! Val, are you okay?” Lea grabbed my hand and I nodded.
“It’s just a little cut,” I rasped.
“Let’s get it cleaned up,” she insisted, pulling me out of the room and to the bathroom. She ran my hand under the cold water and inspected the wound. “I think you need stitches.” To my dismay, she spread open the cut on my palm and I gasped from the pain. “I’m going to call Michael. We’re going to the hospital!”
“No. Lea, it’s fine,” I pleaded, but she scoffed.
“It’s not fine! It’s a deep cut! I’m not fighting with you on this! So wrap it up with a paper towel and meet me in the room!” she ordered, storming out. Without knowing what else to do, I followed her orders and wrapped my hand up before grabbing my purse from my room and heading outside to meet Michael in front of the building.

We were in and out of the hospital in an hour and a half due to the excess of patients and, when we finally made it back to the room, Luke was sitting on the bed. Lea’s face was bright red as Michael pulled her out of the room to give us some time alone. I knew she didn’t want us to be alone, given the fact that I had to get stitches because I was cleaning up his mess, but she allowed Michael to pull her out anyways. Isn’t that what she wanted in the first place? For Luke and I to talk? When I walked into the room, I saw that the broken glass was cleaned up and my notes were sorted by class and date on the desk. There was also a new mug in the place where mine once sat. It wasn’t like the one he broke, that had cat ears and a cat face with a small cat sitting inside it, but I liked the way the yellow sunflowers lined the white porcelain. He also took the time to patch up the wall. It didn’t look very good because of the contrast between the white plaster and the slate gray walls, but I didn’t expect him to paint it as well. I didn’t expect him to do any of this.

I didn’t look at him as I set my purse down and filed my notes away into their binders.
“What happened to your hand?” he asked, coming up behind me. I turned around and he grabbed ahold of my hand, running his fingers across the gauze and I winced, pulling it back.
“I cut it on glass.” I kept my answer short as I turned back around and organized my books by the time of the class and the day I needed them.
“Did you need stitches?” he asked, and I simply nodded. He took in a deep breath as he pulled out my desk chair and sat in it. “I’m sorry, Val.” He seemed sincere, and as I turned to face him, i saw a pained expression plastered on his face. I let him pull me onto his lap, but didn’t wrap my arms around his neck like I wanted to. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said.
“It’s not like you were the one who cut my hand. It was just a stupid mistake.” I tried to make light of the situation. It really wasn’t his fault that I was so careless while handling glass, and he’d gone to such extreme measures to fix the mess he made. I didn’t want to be mad at him for doing all of this just to fix his mess.
“But I was the one who broke it,” he defended, lifting my face to look at him.

As I met his eyes, I couldn’t help but feel lost in them. I wanted so badly to forget last night.
“Can you just give me some time to explain?” I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea, but I nodded anyways, taking Lea’s advice. She knew Luke well and I didn’t think she’d shove me back into his arms if she didn’t think he felt sorry. “I know I should have called, but when I got home, the boys offered me a shot and I took it. Then, one shot turned to four and it was late and I didn’t want to wake you up. I really did want to see you, but I was scared that you’d be angry with me. I kept drinking and then I got into it with Garrett because I told May I didn’t want to see my dad and then I was just in a shit mood. But, I wanted to see you so I came over and I took my bad mood out on you and I’m sorry,” he explained and I bit my lip.

I didn’t want to be mad at him, but it’s been such a long few days and I was exhausted. The exhaustion was taking a toll on me. I was irritable, my hand hurt, I was hungry. All combined with my horrible sleep and the fight last night, I wanted to cry. It wasn’t just him, it was everything. It was school, our friends (who I don’t really know whether they like me), my family. Everything felt so heavy, but as I was sitting on his lap I felt somewhat okay. He made me want to forget about all the problems.
“You really scared me last night,” I admitted and his eyes found the floor.
“I know,” he mumbled. “I wish things turned out differently and I wish I could take it back, but I can’t.” That was one thing we can agree on. We can’t take back what happened, we can only move forward. Was it right to move on from that, though? I had so many unanswered questions: Mostly being why. But for some reason, I didn’t want to ask.

“I’m sorry, Val. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” I frowned, thinking for a moment as I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into him. I couldn’t stay mad at him, not with the way his bright blue eyes bore into me and the worry etched across his face.
“You can take me to lunch. I’m starving.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“You drive a hard bargain,” he joked and I smiled when he kissed my cheek. “I missed that smile,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“That’s so cheesy!” I laughed.
“You love it.” He scrunched his nose. “Look at us: Both beaten up and laughing. We’re fucked up, you know that?” Again, I was laughing. I set my head on his shoulder and he tightened his grip around me. He was right, we are fucked up. But for some reason, I loved that about our relationship. I loved that we were no good together and that we were disastrous. It made my affection for him all that much stronger.

“What do you say I order a pizza and we can relax until we go to May’s?” I raised an eyebrow.
“We’re going to May’s?” She was the reason for our fight. I figured he’d want to steer clear of her until his father left town. Then again, maybe he wants to see his father after all this time.
“I don’t want to, but… I guess I got it beaten into me.” He dropped his bruised eye in a wink and I smiled. I loved that he could make the fight he got into a joke, and I hope he doesn’t do that with ours. Maybe it would help us move forward, though.
“As long as we can get a Hawaiian pizza.” He laughed.
“Disgusting. I’ll go half Hawaiian, half meat lovers.” I pretended to think about it. “Pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza,” he said and I rolled my eyes.
“I can work with half, but don’t you dare say that again!” I warned and he laughed before pressing his lips against mine.

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Comments

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@Prinny1321
I promised I would finish it, and I'm finishing it!