Pretty Girls ⇼ Luke Hemmings

When I woke up, Lea was sound asleep in her bed, clinging to Michael. I should have known everything would be fine between the two. I wondered if they did anything intimate while I was asleep. I wondered how it was possible to find someone who wanted to be intimate with you and actually stay the night. I choked back my tears as I thought about my encounter with Luke and the way he left me, so cold and alone and needing validation. How could he do something like that? All I wanted to do was wake up Lea and tell her what happened, but she was with Michael and the last thing I wanted was for any of Luke’s friends to know. Swallowing back my sadness, I took a long shower and got ready. It took me nearly two hours to find something to wear and fix myself up, hoping to look presentable for class. I decided on a light purple dress with white polka dots and white flats. It flowed out at my waist and fell to the middle of my thigh. It was a little shorter than I was comfortable with, and very tight on my chest, but I felt like the confidence I had in wearing it would do me justice, especially after my horrible morning.

I let my hair dry to it’s naturally straight state and drew a small line of brown eyeliner on my top lid with mascara and lipgloss. By the time I as ready, I had twenty minutes to get to class. So, I left the sleeping couple in my room and headed to get coffee before Fiction Workshop. While I waited in line, a voice sounded behind me.
“Damn, Val!” Ashton spoke, grabbing my hand and twirling my body in a circle as his eyes raked down my body. “You look wonderful,” he complimented as I giggled. “You coming to the show tonight?” He asked, setting a hand on the small of my back as I moved forward in the line.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I let out a dry laugh. “Probably not,”
“Why?” He frowned. Geez, maybe because Luke went down on me yesterday and then left and now I feel ugly, slutty, and just generally horrible.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to go out on a school night,” I lied.
“Lea’s coming,” he pointed out and I shrugged, placing my order. Ashton surprised me by paying for my coffee and led me to the other half of the counter with the other waiting students.

“Is Cass?” I asked, mostly for Lea. I didn’t have a preference on whether or not she was there, but I knew it’d make Lea uncomfortable.
“No,” he shrugged. “She thinks the band is stupid,” my mouth formed in the shape of an ‘o’. “Do you?” He asked. “Think it’s stupid?” I furrowed my eyebrows, stepping forward to grab our coffees and walking out of the small shop.
“I think you guys are great,” I smiled lightly and his face lit up.
“Thanks Val,” his cheeks tinged pink. “Let me-” he began, but was cut off.
“Valerie, Ashton,” Luke walked up to us. Ashton’s hand dropped from my back and Luke’s eyes glanced down at my body as he wet his lips with his tongue. My eyes immediately found the floor. I couldn’t bear to look at him.
“I gotta go,” Ashton cleared his throat. “See ya tonight, Val?” Luke raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to respond to Ashton’s question.
“Maybe…” My voice trailed off as Ashton gave Luke a pat on the shoulder before walking off.

I started to walk away as well, but Luke grabbed my wrist.
“I have to go to class,” I mumbled, pulling myself out of his grip and continued on. He walked after me, his long strides quickly catching up to mine.
“See ya tonight, Val,’” He mocked causing me to roll my eyes. I had fifteen minutes to get to class, so I stopped walking, my head snapping to him.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice harsher than I’d meant for it to be.
“Someone’s in a bad mood,” he smirked, sitting on a bench. I let out a huff of breath and sat next to him.
“I am not,” I argued, but we both knew that wasn’t true.
“What class are you going to?” He asked, further irritating me. Why would he care?
“Fiction workshop,” I stared straight ahead, crossing my legs and taking a sip of my coffee, letting the hot liquid slowly make its way down my throat.
“Would you look at that,” he laughed. “Class together every day,” I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to see him. I certainly didn’t want to have class with him.

“Well we should get going then,” I tried to stand but his hand stopped me, pulling me back down on the hard wood.
“We have more than enough time,” he smirked.
“What do you want?” I asked again.
“What happened to your thigh?” His finger traced over my scar, and I immediately pulled down my dress.
“I don’t like to talk about it,” I stood up and this time he didn't stop me. He followed me into the building we had class in and sat next to me in the small room. “Why are you even in this class?” I asked, my voice low as a few more people walked in.
“Chad said I could submit songs instead of stories,” he shrugged.
“Chad?”
“Professor Fitch,” he mocked my voice, rolling his eyes. Before I could come up with a clever comeback, Chad—Professor Fitch walked in and began going over the syllabus.

I didn’t look at Luke the entire time, my eyes focused on my notebook as I drew swirls and scratched horrible doodles. When we were dismissed, I got up quickly and tried to make a break for it before Luke could speak to me. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back to face him. He waited until the classroom emptied before speaking.
“Do you have a fucking problem?” His voice was cold.
“No,” I growled and tried to walk away.
“Let me guess, you’re thinking about how wet you were for me last night?” My eyes widened at his words. I tried to speak, but I couldn’t get anything out. “What’s wrong? Does it feel weird not moaning my name?” I clenched my fists, my face turning red.
“Stop it,” I demanded, but he didn’t listen.
“Why? Does thinking about it turn you on? Because I can fix that,” his eye dropped down in a wink and mine narrowed. “Why aren’t you coming tonight?” He asked. “You afraid Ashton is going to make a move on you? He won’t make you feel as good as I do. No one can,” If I stood there any longer, I knew I’d snap. His dirty words were making me angry and all I wanted to do was cry and forget it ever happened.
“I’m leaving,” was all I could muster out before storming out of the room. I heard him laughing as I left, and it hurt terribly. I felt like a joke to him.

As soon as I got to my room, I started crying. Pushing the door open, I saw Lea getting ready.
“What happened?” She asked as I slammed the door and threw my bag down. I was at a loss for words, I didn’t know where to begin, and I told her just that. “How about the beginning?” She asked with a trace of humor on her face that quickly faded when she remembered I was crying.
“Well… Luke… He’s just so mean and all we do is scream at each other and then… He just kisses me and it so nice that I couldn’t help but kiss back and last night he came over and he… He went down on me and it was a mistake and he just left right after and this morning he was so rude about it, it was like he was using it against me and I just-” I stopped rambling, taking a deep breath to try and calm down.
“Oh my god,” she mumbled, sitting down on her bed.
“I knew it was a mistake,” my eyes found the ground particularly interesting.
“So why’d you do it?” She asked in a soft, understanding tone.

“It just… It felt so nice and I wanted to know what it would feel like. I was curious and… Fuck I don’t know. I didn’t think he’d use it against me,” I watched Lea as she pursed her lips together.
“He’s only doing it to get under your skin,” she explained. “He wouldn’t have hooked up with you if he wasn’t attracted to you and the only way he knows how to talk to people is through insults,” she tried to make it better, but it didn’t work. I sat next to her, pushing my thick brown hair out of my face.
“I don’t get it,” I let out a dry laugh. “We are polar opposites. I don’t even like him as a person but… I don’t know, when we kiss it’s just so exciting and passionate,” she nodded, not knowing what to say. “I’m sorry,” I sniffled, wiping my tears away. “It’s been a long couple of days. I must just be tired,” she stared at her hands for a second before her face lit up.

“You could just get even with him… You know, for being so rude,” she suggested, and that peaked my interest.
“How?” My voice was slow and quiet.
“Come to their gig tonight. All you have to do is talk to Ashton. I bet it’d drive him crazy,” she had a wicked smile.
“But, what if Ashton gets the wrong idea? Or what if he tries to make a move?”
“Just remember that you’re coming home with me. Not him. He can’t make a proper move if we’re in a sweaty cramped bar,” I thought about the look on Luke’s face this morning when Ashton had his hand on my back. I’d kill to see it again. The way jealousy took over his eyes and the way his jaw clenched. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Okay,” I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll go,”
“Great,” she grinned before getting up and finishing getting ready.

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