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Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Everyone Wants Her.

I was finally back in my dorm after five days of being away, and I felt exhausted. I forgot how stressed my family made me and how irritating it was to be around Gene. I was planning on staying through the weekend but I couldn’t take that crowded house one moment later, so I left on Friday afternoon and just got back to campus. Although, some good did come out of my week away. I got a trim and some layers added to my hair, as well as some new clothes. Mom didn’t approve of the clothes I wanted, but she was glad that I was accepting myself and bought them for me anyways.

As I walked into my room, three heads turned to me.
“Val!” They yelled, collapsing me in hugs. I was glad to be around the girls again, around people who cared without judgement. The people I could actually talk to about Luke—without censorship or worry.
“We’ve missed you!” Monica spoke as they pulled away.
“How was visiting your family?” Mandy asked.
“Stressful.” I let out a dry laugh. “My family is definitely a handful.” We walked to Lea’s bed, sitting together before Lea turned to me with a wide smile.

“So… The girls and I are getting ready to go to a party-” She began, but I cut her off.
“No.” I immediately rejected.
“It’s not at the frat, I swear!” Monica come to her defence. “It’s at Walter Pierce’s apartment.” Mandy chimed in, sending me a smile that told me he was attractive and well known (yet I’ve never heard of him).
“I just think it’ll be really good for you to get out-” Lea spoke, but was cut off.
“Let your hair loose!” Mandy laughed.
“Get drunk!” Monica squeezed my hand.
“Heaven knows you deserve it after all the shit you’ve been through.” I didn’t want to go, but maybe they were right. Maybe it’s what I needed. Maybe drinking would stop the pain.

“The guys aren’t coming?” I asked and they all lit up.
“Just us!” Monica replied.
“We won’t even tell them where we’re going!” Lea bumped into me and I sighed.
“Val, you don’t have to.” Mandy told me. “But I think you need this.”
“You’re right. I do need this.” I leaned past Lea to look at Mandy. “But you guys have to help me get ready.” The thought excited them, and Monica stood to rummage through my clothes, Mandy started on my hair, and Lea did my makeup.

***

The small apartment seemed to be more crowded than the frat house. Then again, maybe it wasn’t and the small space made it seem more cramped. Lea and Mandy went off to make us drinks, while Monica and I danced together. We’d only been here for about an hour, but I was having a great time. Somehow, knowing that Luke couldn’t possibly show up made me feel at ease and free to do whatever I wanted. As we swayed to the beat, Monica stopped her dancing and pulled out her phone before pulling me close to her.
“It’s Ashton. I should answer, it might be important.” I gave her a small nod as she kissed my cheek and excused herself to walk out on the porch. As I stood alone, a hand touched the back of my arm.

Turning around, I was surprised to see Jeremy.
“Valerie!” He pulled me into a hug. “It’s nice to see you.” He shouted over the music.
“It’s nice to see you, too.” I looked in the kitchen, trying to see what was taking Lea and Mandy so long. “How are you?” I turned back to him when I didn’t see them.
“I’m alright.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Is Luke here?”
“No.” My face fell. “We aren’t really together anymore.” I bit my lip, wondering why he’d ask.
“Oh.” His eyes fell to the floor in embarrassment before he looked back at me. “Well, maybe I could take you on a second date, then.” He suggested but it was much too soon for me to even think about going on a date with anyone.
“Maybe.” I shrugged it off, knowing I probably wouldn’t take him up on the offer. Before he could speak again, Mandy and Lea joined us.
“I should get going. It was nice seeing you.” He pulled me into another hug, but I still didn’t hug him back.
“Yeah, you too.” I gave him a smile before turning to Lea and Mandy, rolling my eyes.

“Everyone wants you now.” Mandy laughed, handing me my drink. It was my first of the night, and I immediately took a sip.
“You tamed the untameable.” Lea added and I rolled my eyes again, wanting to disappear. Why did they have to keep bringing him up? Did they do it on purpose?
“Let’s not talk about him.” I sighed. “I want to have a good time.” Monica joined us again, not knowing that we were talking about Luke and other boys, and pulled us back onto the dancefloor. I downed my drink before joining them. After about half an hour of dancing, I excused myself to go to the bathroom and found myself alone. Mandy, Monica, and Lea had left the spot they were in and were nowhere to be seen. As I searched for them, I was stopped in the kitchen.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone?” A voice asked and I turned around to see a tall man with dark hair in a buzzcut and tattoos on his biceps.
“Um… I’m looking for my friends.” I tried to move past him, but he stood in my way.
“Who are they?” He smiled at me and I noticed a small gap where his canine tooth should be, wondering how he lost it.
“Lea, Monica, and Mandy.” Again, I tried to walk further into the kitchen but he stopped me.
“Haven’t seen them. Why don’t you have a drink with me?” He gave me another smile and I sighed, wanting to suddenly go home. “I’m Walter.” He held out his hand and I shook it.
“Val.” I felt obligated to follow him into the kitchen and accept the drink he poured for me, it was his house after all.

***

“Luke?” I mumbled into the phone. I knew I shouldn’t be calling him, but my vision was blurring and I had to sit down on the curb before I fell.
“Valerie? Are you okay?” he asked, sounding worried. Or angry? Maybe he’s drunk? I couldn’t decipher his tone. Was it the fact that he was disguising his voice, or was I too disoriented?
“No.” I held my head in my hands, trying my best not to drop the phone.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Um... O-Only two drinks but I... I think he put something.” I stopped, my breathing heavy. I could hardly string together a sentence without feeling the urge to puke.

“Why didn’t you stay with the girls?” He was definitely angry, now.
“T-They... I don’t know... Where they are,” I pinched my eyes shut, trying to focus on the coolness of the air.
“Where are you? I’m coming to-“ he began, but I didn’t hear the rest, as another voice called my attention.
“Val?” Walter asked. “Come back inside.” I lowered my phone to my waist, worried that if he saw me on the phone, he’d get mad.
“Walter, I-I want to go home,” I rasped and Walter laughed, pulling me up by my wrists.
“Let’s go lie down, yeah?” he asked and I tried to pull away, but I was too weak.
“No...” I breathed, but he picked my body up anyways, throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me inside.

Everything felt fuzzy as Walter threw me down on the bed. I tried to get up and walk away, but when I did, I fell off the bed and onto the floor. Walter just laughed and picked me back up, placing me back on the bed and hovering over me. His lips met my neck and I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them down.
“Stop!” I tried to yell, but it hardly came out as a whisper. He was about to push up my top, the door pounded open to reveal a furious Luke.

I wanted to scream, to yell for him and beg him to stop Walter, but I couldn’t open my mouth. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to stay awake. Luke pulled Walter off with a hand on his shoulder and began punching him. Walter fell to the floor and Luke got on top of him, continuing his assault. I couldn’t see what he was doing to him on the floor, I wanted to get up and look, but I couldn’t so much as turn my head to the side. My eyes were getting heavy and I couldn’t fight off the sleep anymore. Knowing Luke would keep me safe (at least from being physically hurt), I let the sleep take over me.

***LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW***

I stepped away from Walter, who was gasping and covered in blood and rushed over to Valerie.
“Val?” I shook her, but her eyes remained closed. “Fuck,” I muttered to myself and, without knowing what to do, I picked up her small body and carried her to my car. I didn’t know where to go, so I drove her back to her dorm and carried her up the stairs, searching her pockets for the keys. “Come on baby, where are your keys?” I knew she couldn’t hear me, but it comforted me to talk to her. It’d been so long since I’ve seen her (or even spoke to her), and I was mortified that it has to be when she was in such a horrible state. Last time I saw her, we were so happy to be together. God, where was her purse? Didn’t she bring one with? I’d have to talk to her about being so stupid for coming here.

After I gave up on looking for her keys, I sighed angrily and carried her down the stairs and back to the car. Why’d she have to get that fucking door fixed? My arms were tired and I was so overwhelmed. Without knowing where else to go, I took her back to the frat house. I carried her up the stairs and set her on my bed, taking off her shoes and pulling the comforter over her. Petunia lied next to her, in the place that I would usually lie. I didn’t think she’d appreciate me lying in a bed with her after all that’s happened, and especially not while she’s in this state, so I grabbed the pillow that she wasn’t using and the throw blanket at the end of the bed, taking up sleep on the hard wooden floor.

I wanted to wake her up, to tell her how sorry I am. To beg her to forgive me. To let her know that I can’t stop crying. I fucked up so bad this time, and I worry that I’ll never get the chance to make it right. I don’t deserve to, either. But I love her, I’m sure of it now. I love her more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, and I can’t bear the fact that she doesn’t want me in her life anymore. I wondered if she loves me, too. She can’t possibly love me, not after what I’ve done. And if she did before, she doesn’t now. I lost my chance with her. I’ll never get one again. She’s not mine. She’s not my girl. She doesn’t want to kiss me or hold me or listen to me talk about my day. She doesn’t want anything to do with me, I’m a lost cause, and I just have to deal with it. She’s not my girl anymore and now, everyone wants her.

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