𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ♚ 𝐥.𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

42 - not the himym reference

It had been a week since Luke and Lyla saw each other.

Since their fight, neither of them had bothered to reach out to the other and try to talk things through.

Lyla was still upset, angry more than sad. She tried her best to brush off the situation, claiming how she saw it coming. People always leave.

She wondered if this would be the end of their relationship if things were going to slowly fall back into the way they used to be. Back before she met Luke. However, that doesn't mean she wouldn't take him back in a heartbeat.

Lyla liked him too much to just let go after one silly fight.

It's not like he woke up one day and left without telling her.

Besides, this wasn't the first time Lyla had to deal with a falling out. Over time, it had become a second language to her, so she's grown used to it – which explains why she isn't crying alone in her dorm for the seventh day in a row.

The group was still incredibly mad at Michael, but they weren't going to show him.

Maria was by far the most upset. She hadn't said a word to the boy in a week, as he 'most definitely ruined a good relationship'.

Lyla shrugged it off, telling him that it was fine and how he 'shouldn't worry about it'.

Whereas Calum took advantage of the situation and went against all the points and unhelpful reassurance Lyla provided. To be fair, Calum really wanted to fuck with his best friend.

Unlike Lyla, Luke had spent the entire week locked up in his home, thinking.

He was over analyzing every situation and event he's had with the girl, all those memories now tainted with the obsessive voice saying that Calum got to her first.

Luke hated thinking like that.

Treating Lyla like she was something to own, a prized possession that is nothing more than a hand me down from one of his best friends.

At this point, Luke was driving himself mad, digging a deeper hole into denial.

He would stare at her name, hover his finger over the call button. Sometimes he'd press it only to hang up before the phone can have a chance to ring. And while he was eating himself alive, Lyla had been falling into her old routines.

Though who was he to play the victim?

He was the one who ghosted his friends, and it wasn't as if he would respond to any calls or messages.

Luke needed some time alone, away from anyone or anything that could essentially disrupt his train of thought or shift his opinions.

He doesn't want to end a perfect relationship over one incident that happened in the past, long before he and Lyla even knew each other. Then again, he should have been told about her and Calum's history.

"Come on Luke, it's been a week, stop ghosting your friends and talk to them," Ashton spoke. He was the only one who had been consistent and refused to leave Luke alone, the brunette was not taking any chances again.

"Ashton, it's not that simple."

"Uh, yeah it is," Ashton retorted. "Luke I was there, not to sound insensitive, but I think you're overreacting just a tad bit."

"Overreacting?" Luke questioned, "Okay, Ashton, I'm sorry that I'm upset upon finding out that my best friend and my– uh, Lyla used to be casual fuck buddies."

He couldn't call her his girlfriend, because she wasn't.

They haven't made anything official.