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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Covered in Vomit!

I could tell that his intentions weren’t for me to land on the ground, let alone in my own vomit, from the shocked look in his eyes, but he maintained his hard composure.
“Get up,” he ordered. I wanted, with all my will, to get up and walk away from him, but I just couldn’t. I don’t know what came over me, but I began to cry. “Oh, come on,” he complained. I watched as he huffed, setting his hands on his hips and impatiently tapping the ground with his foot. “Quit crying,” his voice was cold and hard. Luke pulled at his roots, letting out a long sigh as he looked at all the people who were outside; watching our interaction. “Please stop crying,” his voice was softer, but still angry. I held my breath, trying to calm down. Luke crouched down, folding his hands. “Why are you crying?” He asked in a harsh tone, lowering his voice to a whisper.
“Because I’m sitting in puke and you’re yelling at me!” I nearly shouted.
“Valerie,” he growled through his teeth. “You need to take a deep breath and calm down,” he told me. “If you keep yelling, the police are going to come and I know you and half the people in there are underage,” he warned. I did as he told me, taking in a deep breath and calming my breathing as Luke stood.

Once again, he pulled me up by my arm. This time, he was quick to let go of me once I got my balance. I took another deep breath before turning on my heels and walking away from him.
“Where are you going?” He asked, running after me. When I continued on, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me to a stop.
“Home.” I growled, trying to leave. Again, he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“What, are you going to walk?” He laughed. “It’s three in the morning, you’ll be murdered,”
“Then I’ll find a bus,” I began to walk away and this time he let me, following after me.
“Then you’ll be mugged,” he laughed at me again. I clenched my jaw, balling my fists. I was getting sick of all the mockery.
“I don’t care,” I spat. And neither does he, for that matter, so why is he stopping me?
“Valerie, just stop,” he demanded. “Cass is in one of the empty rooms. You can stay with her,” he offered. “Or don’t. I don’t care,” he turned around, heading back to the house.

“Wait,” I called, running up to him.
“What?” He nearly yelled, sounding exhausted.
“I’m covered in puke,” I stated, causing him to roll his eyes.
“Yeah, I can smell it from about a mile away,” he began walking again and I trailed after him.
“I can’t sleep covered in vomit!”
“Then maybe Ashton will lend you a shirt,” his response surprised me enough for me to stop in my tracks. What does Ashton have to do with anything? Had Luke spotted Ashton with his arm around me and misinterpreted it? Why would he care either way? Luke kept walking, disappearing into the house. When I got into the house, I spotted Luke at the top of the stairs and rushed after him. I got to the room he went into as soon as the door shut. After my second knock, Luke pulled the door open, glaring at me.
“Will you show me the room?” I asked, earning a cocked eyebrow.

“Aren’t you going to change?” He prodded.
“No… I-I don’t want to bother him… I’ll just… Figure something out,” with a displeased look, Luke ushered me to the last door on the left, pushing it open to reveal Cass sleeping in a large bed.
“It’s an empty room,” he told me as I walked in. “You should lock the door,” I ignored him. I heard the door shut and thought I was finally alone, but Luke stepped in front of me. “Why don’t you ever answer me when I talk to you?” As intimidated as I was by his tone, I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t respond well to rude people,” I spat, a small frown indented Luke’s face. He stared at me for a long time, and I hadn’t realized how blue his eyes were until they were glued to me. Finally, Luke let out a frustrated sigh and peeled off his plain black tee. I stared at him with confusion as he handed the shirt to me.
“I’ll wash your clothes,” he offered, clearly not happy about it. I was slow to take the shirt from his hand, my eyes flickered to his broad chest and strong arms, speckled with tattoos.

“My offer expires in about thirty seconds if you don’t change,” he spat.
“I’m not going to change with you in here,” I frowned. “I don’t want you to look at me,” Luke scoffed, placing his hands over his eyes and turning to face the wall.
“Don’t want to look at you anyways,” he muttered as I peeled my jeans and top off, careful to fold them so the puke was on the inside and Luke wouldn’t have to touch it. As I slipped on his shirt, I couldn’t help but notice the warmth and how good it smelt and how it fell to the middle of my thigh. My eyes fell to the sleeping girl and I couldn’t help but wonder why she was in here instead of Luke’s room.
“Are you dating Cass?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking. He laughed loudly.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” he paused. “But I don’t date,” I stared at the muscles in his back as they retracted. I’d never been this close to such a strong, shirtless boy. “Are you done?” Luke snapped, breaking me out of any good thought I had about him.

“Yeah,” I muttered, holding my stained clothes. Luke’s eyes flickered down to my legs, and I cleared my throat. “I-I can do it… It’s okay,” I spoke in order to get his eyes off me. It worked, to say the least.
“You’re not going out there looking like that,” he laughed. “There are about 30 drunk, post-party, frat boys. I’ll do it,” he snatched the clothes out of my hands and briskly walked away. As he pulled open the door, he stopped, his head turning to the side. “Remember to lock the door,” he said before leaving me alone. With a dry laugh, I walked over to the door and locked it before climbing into bed with Cass.

***

I sprung awoke to a knock on the door, and it took me a second to realize where I was. When I did, I clambered out of the bed and to the door, pulling it open to see Luke.
“Did I wake you?” He asked, pushing past me and entering the room. His eyes fell on Cass’ sleeping body before they turned to me.
“Yes,” I spoke, grabbing my clothes from him. “What time is it?” I scratched my head, positive that my hair looked ridiculous.
“4:30,” He shrugged, sitting on the bed and immediately tapping his foot. He seemed restless, to say the least.
“You didn’t have to wake me up in the middle of the night,” I sneered, climbing back into the bed and covering my exposed body.
“Yeah, well I did it anyways,” he let out a dry laugh, running his hands through his hair. He did have nice hair, I’ll give him that. I watched as he sniffled, wiping his nose and his head twitched. His eyes bounced off objects in the room. “Why are you awake?” He shot at me.
“I wasn’t,” I raised an eyebrow. “We’ve already established that,” he stayed silent for a long time.

“Right,” he finally spoke, his fingers tapping his knee. “Hey, do you want to take a walk?” He blurted out, his mouth forming in a small smile.
“No,” I rejected. “I want to go back to bed,” Luke rolled his eyes, standing up and pulling at his hair as he paced. I hadn’t realized how attractive he was until this moment. Maybe it was because he’d been nothing but rude, but I slowly started to take him in: His curly blonde hair, his bright blue eyes, strong body covered in tattoos.
“Fuck,” He cursed, stopping in his tracks. “I can’t sleep,” he told me, laughing as he wiped his nose again.
“What are you on?” I didn’t mean to say it, but it just came out. Luke’s mood instantly changed. He took long strides over to the bed.

“What makes you think I’m on something?” He growled, his eyes digging into me.
“The way you’re acting,” my voice cowered. Suddenly, I couldn’t look at him. I was much too nervous. Luke laughed loudly, clearly not caring if he woke Cass up.
“Fuck you,” he growled. “I’m not on anything!” He yelled. I glanced at Cass, who was still sleeping soundly. I noticed a white powder lined Luke’s right nostril. Cocaine, I assumed; though, he really could have snorted anything. “I want my shirt back in the morning,” he demanded and, within a second, he was slamming the door on the way out. I let out a breath of relief and lied back down. It took me a while to fall back asleep and when I did, I had odd dreams of the blonde haired cocaine user. Each time I woke up from a dream, I tried to push Luke out of my head but he just kept creeping back in.

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Comments

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