Breaking point//L.H.

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So I'm going back through this and reading it myself and it's so pathetic and cheesy I'm extremely sorry. Thanks for reading
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Lydia stepped out of Luke's house and took in a deep breath. She couldn't comprehend what had happened in the past 24 hours. Luke loved her. She couldn't believe it. She had always liked luke in an unexplainable way, but brushed it off and labeled it as hate. But after what had happened, she knew that was a lie. The moment they touched she wanted more.

As she was walking down the sidewalk, someone grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back harshly. She turned to fine Michael yet again. She rolled her eyes and looked up at him.

"What do you want from me?" She questioned the bright haired boy.

"I want you to get over Luke because I don't want you hurt. He doesn't really love you. He's just leading you on like he does with all the girl that he takes home. He has a new girl almost every night. He doesn't care about you at all. He's just using you." He said matter-of-factly.

Her eyes became blurry. She knew I was too good to be true. She turned around, prepared to do what she was best at: run. Just as she began to move, Michael grabbed her again.

"Wait. I would never do that you you. I would actually love you. What you need is someone who loves you for real and that's me. Please just stay with me, Lydia. Luke isn't good enough for you. I am what you need." He said.

Just as he finished saying that, she saw luke jogging up to them from behind. She let out one last sob and jumped onto Michael. She wrapped her legs around him and he smirked against her lips. She didn't know why he did that, but she didn't pull away. 'If Luke didn't love her, Michael would' she convinced herself.