prom // 5sos

three.

Luke grabbed a sober-looking girl and turned her around to face him.

"I need help!" He screamed in her face in attempt to overpower the music. She made a face at him before pulling her arm away.

"Yeah, you do need help." She said before she walked away.

Luke groaned silently to himself. He'd been seeking help for over half an hour, and people were either too drunk or too uptight to help him. He began to lose hope. He felt out of place in his expensive tux, while everyone else was wearing cargo shorts and a cheesy t-shirt. 

He sat down by a fern by the bottom of the staircase, feeling defeated. He decided to look for Michael, Ashton and Calum. He knew there was no hope looking for help here. Maybe there was a nice, old lady living down the street that was willing to help them out. 

He walked up the stairs, which was not as easy as it may seem, considering he had to push past mindless, alcoholic teenagers. He looked down at the party below, scanning through every body to find his friends.

His eyes landed on the short, acne infected girl from earlier that night. The one who seemed oddly obsessed with Michael. She was wearing a gold and white (or was it black and blue?) dress and was twerking aggressively to what he believed was a Sam Smith song. 

Once again, he pushed past countless, sweaty bodies to get to the bottom of the staircase. He sprinted to her, almost running into a guy dressed in drag. He grabbed her, and she turned around, surprised. When she saw that he wasn't an axe murderer, she relaxed. He noticed how close together her eyebrows were. They were on the borderline to becoming a single eyebrow.

"You were with my friends!" He yelled at her. She furrowed her eyebrows together, and cupped her hand around an ear, signalling that she couldn't understand him. He groaned and pulled her closer to him.

"You were with my friends!" He repeated. She nodded before she began to laugh. "Where are they now?" He asked.

"I'll tell you if you kiss me!" She bargained. Luke thought she was kidding, but noticed by her body language that she was completely serious. Bile was threatening to leave his mouth at the thought of making out with this chick.

"Ew!" He accidentally said out loud. He immediately felt guilty after seeing the look on her face.

He rolled his eyes. Out of pity, he pulled her closer and took a deep breath to prepare himself. He instantly regretted that after taking a whiff of what he believed to be her B.O. In a flash, in leaned in and pressed his lips on her, keeping his mouth as tightly closed as possibly. He stepped back, taking deep breaths. She looked quite pleased with herself.

"Ok, I'll tell you." She batted her eyes at him.

"Go on."

"So your Asian friend was making out with Mishka-"

"The Russian one?" He cut her off to ask. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, that one." She sighed.  "And then her boyfriend walked in-"

"She has a boyfriend?" He asked, shocked.

"Oh my God, can you please shut up? I guess your mouth is only good for kissing." She said. Luke wasn't sure if she was attempting to flirt with him or not. "So anyways, Brandon was all pissed and he punched the Asian guy in the face. The two of them and your other friend left. They were scared."

Luke had a moment of panic. His friends abandoned him, his phone was dead, and he was hours away from the prom. And to make matters worse, he had no idea where he was, and no one would help him,

He ran past all the people to get to the door, leaving the girl behind. He opened the door to realize there were two ways they could've gone. He was crushed. He gambled with his options. Left, or right? 

What was the worst that could happen if he took the wrong way? Well first off, he thought, he'd be stranded in the middle of nowhere with no signs of human life. He'd have to hitchhike, which wasn't an option in his book, considering he was an eligible victim for rape. 

Suddenly, a stoner looking guy stumbled into his arms. He grabbed Luke's face, and stared at him longingly. He was heavily intoxicated.

"Live life with no regrets, homeboy." He slurred before walking over to a bush and whipping out his dong to urinate. 

Luke decided to go right. What's the worst that could happen?

Well, hopefully not rape.