Past, Prevent, Future

Part 1: The Bar

I walk into the club wearing a blank tank top, a gold necklace, black skinny jeans and my black vans. My best friends, Laila, who is a tall, skinny, dark skinned model and Shannon, a short light skinned and dark haired girl, had suddenly decided to take me to a bar.

Something about me being "un-fun". I don't what they're talking about, I'm like the coolest person they know...

I wish I was as pretty as them, but I'm stuck with my not-so-perfect-form and ugly dirty blonde hair. At least I have a nose ring, I feel like I look badass when wearing it.

"Why are you taking me here, you know I hate these places." I groan, grudgingly walking towards the entrance to the loud club.

"Come on Cora, lighten up." Shannon says whiningly as we make our way past the intimidatingly muscular bouncers and through the heavy set of double doors.

"Yeah stop being such a party pooper." Laila says with a pout and Shannon laughs.

"Ugh!" I groan again as they drag me to the bar.

"3 shots of tequila" Shannon says, trying her hardest to be cool and the bartender gives us a questioning look

"ID?" He asks smugly.

Shannon nods, pulling out a fake ID that claimed she was 21 instead of 18. He shakes his head, chuckling but gives us the shots anyways.

Shannon and Laila quickly take them and I pretend to be busy looking around, not wanting to touch any alcohol.

As I scan through the club my eyes wander to a group of seemingly 4 punk wannabes.

They look familiar, but all different. There is the shortest; he had wild golden curls with a fedora placed gently on top of his round face. He was wearing a black ACDC tank top that showed off his very prominent biceps, black skinny jeans and black combat boots...it's a little weird how alike our outfits look.

Then there are two other boys who look to be about the same height. One of them has dark blue hair and is very pale. He was casually dressed in a white shirt with a black leather jacket, black pants and another pair of combat boots.

The other boy seemed to be slightly more tan than the others. He was wearing a short sleeved Nirvana shirt, giving me a partial view of what seemed to be some sort of Indian man tattooed on his arm, black jeans and converse.

Last there was a tall blonde whose hair was styled in an equally tall quiff, wearing a red and black flannel , a leather jacket, black Chuck Taylors and yet another pair of black skinny jeans.

Damn, that's a lot of black.

The blonde boy seemed to have a lip piercing of sorts; I will admit it was hot. I notice the blonde is eyeing me so I quickly turn away and take my shot.

Next thing I know I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn and am met with an up close and personal view of the tall blonde who had been eyeing me only seconds ago.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asks with a heavy Australian accent and smirk.

"Umm sure..." I say and bite my lip. He orders two shots and hands one to me.

"Cora, we have to talk," Shannon says, eyes wide.

"Now," Laila adds, eyes equally as wide. What's up with these girls?

"I'll be uh..back in a second," I say to the blonde and he nods. I stand up and follow my friends to the bathroom.

Once we get to the bathroom Shannon just about explodes "Cora do you know who that is!?"

"A guy..." I say and furrow my eyebrows, confused.

"That's Luke fucking Hemmings" Laila squeals.

"Is he like an ex? I can back off; he's really not that cute." I say, putting my hands up in defense.

"No! You know that band we love, 5 Seconds of Summer." Laila asks looking like she Both wants to shit her pants and cry. I nod.

"Well the guy you were talking to out there is the lead singer." Shannon all but screams.

5 Seconds Of Summer; let me start off by saying I hate them, with a burning passion. Shannon and Laila have been obsessed with them for years and it's all they ever talk about. Its so annoying.

I just roll my eyes in annoyance and walk back out, the girls follow.

I sit back down with the boy, who I now as Luke Hemmings, and say "Ok first things first; I hate you, your band and your music."

"Umm ok...?" he says with a very puzzled look on his face. "How about I buy you another drink?"

"Don't bother. I don't like you. You are just going to have to face it." I say.

"Well, tell me about yourself, what're your hobbies?" he asks.

I roll my eyes but decide the least I could do is talk to him, because if I don't, Laila and Shannon will literally chop my dick off...and I don't even have a dick!

"I like writing." I say with shrug.

"I do too, I mean since I'm a singer and I write songs I kind of have to" he says with a light chuckle. "I never did catch your name" he raises an eyebrow.

"Oh I'm Cora, Cora Stoles." I mutter.

"Cool, you want another drink now?" he asks and motions to my empty shot glass.

"Sure I guess" I shrug.

He orders 2 shots and gives one to me.

"Thanks," I say "but this is my last drink" he nods with a slight smirk.

Soon though two drinks turn into four, four drinks turns into six and after that I lose count.

I feel somebody grabs my hand and practically drags me onto the dance floor, I look up. Its Luke...don't I hate this kid?...oh well. We start dancing and everything becomes a blur.

"You look really nice tonight" he says, with an obvious smirk on his face.

"Thanks," I say slurring my words, "not bad for a fuckboy."

Luke laughs, Next thing I know I feel his lips touch mine.
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A/N: Hey guys! I have a couple questions for you. First question, do you ship Cora and Luke? Second, who's your favorite character? Mine is probably Shannon. I got the ideas for Shannon and Laila from my two friends. They both read this and help me a lot so thank you! Their accounts are @ShannonFitzpatrick7 and @legendary_36. Also the cast of my story; most of the people are not famous. They are just people I found on Instagram, so if you want to know there account name just ask me. Last note, the person in the picture is Cora.