Summer Love

Chapter 15.

I woke up to screaming and things falling on my face. I groaned against Luke's chest and he groaned also.

"Luke! You did it! I can't believe you actually made it happen!" I heard.

I sat up with one of Luke's t-shirts on. Luke did the same. I opened my eyes and saw Michael,Ashton and Eve jumping on the bed throwing money at Luke. I looked over at Luke with furrowed eyebrows. His head down.

"Luke Hemmings you are the man!" Michael shouted.

"What happened?" I laughed.

"Luke won the bet! 2000 dollars! We didn't think he could actually do it." Ashton exclaimed.

"What bet?" I gasped nudging Luke with my shoulder.

"Missy I'm really sorr- We made a bet that he had to try to get in your pants, 2000 bucks for it to happen." Eve smirked interrupting Luke.

I stopped smiling. I stared down at the white duvet as I felt tears all down my cheeks.

"By the way, Luke's really my boyfriend." Eve chuckled kissing him as I watched.

I threw my legs over the side of the bed. I felt as though I've been stabbed between the legs. Luke gripped my wrist.

"Get off me. You- You Asshole!" I screamed, pulling on my hair.

"Missy-"

"Don't fucking Missy me." I spat.

"Oh babe she swore." Eve gasped falsely.

"I would say we're done or over but then again this was all just a game." I scoffed walking out of the room making sure to slam the door.

I made my way to my room and walked inside. I closed the door and slid down it. I cried and held onto my aching head. I heard a knock on the door and I opened only to see Eve.

"We made this for you." she sighed handing a book over.

I took it and slammed the door shut. I walked over to my bed and curled up in the middle of the bed. I opened the book and cried harder. There were pictures of me and Luke together. I held it to my chest and and pulled the covers over me.

I told him I loved him. I was being played like a video game. The video game doesn't know it's being played by someone. The only difference is, it can't have its heart broken. Luke acted like he liked me and really cared about me. It seemed so, real. Last night, he would stop telling me he loved me or asking if I was okay. It was sweet and made me fall for him more. Just after we began cuddling the fireworks started. It was beautiful. We watched in the window on the ceiling.