Wasted » luke Hemmings

chapter ten

I walk up to Michael's front door, as he was half an hour late for band practise. I knock on his door, no one answering, scrambling for the keys in my back skinny jeans pocket. I glide my fingers through my quiff, I think probably the tallest it's been in a while, which got me a little excited. I open the door, calling out for him, "Michael?"

"Luke?" I hear Michael upstairs call back down, I decide to go up, wondering what he could possibly be doing.

I push open the door to his room, to see Violet and him scrambling for clothes as they try to cover their naked bodies. "Wha-what are you doing here Luke?" Michael stammers as he does the belt buckle up on his jeans, Violet trying to cover her chest with her t-shirt, her face bright red and flushed.

"You filthy piece of shit," I spit, thinking about how he could possibly do this to Fleur. Michael stands amazed as he clearly doesn't know what to say.

"Please don't tell Fleur," he begs, grabbing his shirt from the side and slipping it over his head, his words making me let out a loud laugh.

"Tell her? Me? please, you're going to do that, I could never inflict that pain on her," I eye up to him, "but if you don't I certainly will, you're not getting off with this lightly," I push him backwards as a sadness washes over his face. I turn to Violet who in all fairness does seem pretty innocent in this but I was still incredibly angry, "Did you know about him and Fleur?" I ask, as she shakes her head gently from side to side, "Well you can do what you want with him now, I'm sure he'll be single soon," I snarl turning back to Michael, before heading downstairs and leaving as fast as I possibly could.

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A week passed and nothing seemed to had changed with Michael and Fleur, they kept sitting next to each other and I would glare at him every so often so he would stop leaning on her or keep his distance, but it was obvious he hadn't told her, so I lost it. "Violet I didn't realize you and Michael were a thing now," I look between the two as they sit opposite each other at the lunch table, all of us together for once, Fleur and Michael sitting opposite me, Violet next to me, and Cal next to her.

Violet's face suddenly turns a pale shade as Michael's head sharply turns to me, his jaw wide open. "What are you on about Luke?" Michael hisses as Fleur looks between the two, hoping for some answers.

"When I walked in on you two? You were obviously doing something, you were both naked?" I ask innocently, "When you didn't show up for band practice right Michael? You might as well tell us, we all wanna know?" I ask, a smirk growing on my face as I watch Michael's head flick between Fleur and Violet, not knowing what to say as Fleur gets up from the table, power walking towards the nearest door.

A huge wash of guilt washes over me as I watch her leave, not knowing what to do, whether or not I should follow her or to give Michael a chance to go. I turn to look at Cal who just sits with such a confused expression on his face as I remember that he knows absolutely nothing.

I decide to chase after her as Michael doesn't even bother to move a muscle as he stares at his lap. I push through the crowds of people, as I see Fleur's long brown hair heading for the exit of the school, her bag draped over her shoulder as I watch her wipe her eyes. I catch up to her, standing infront of her so she now can't walk anywhere, taking her wrists in my hands as he looks up to meet my gaze, her eyes puffy and red, obviously from crying. "Don't cry," I whisper, not as loud as I was hoping it to be.

She gently shakes her head, "Did you deliberately do this?" she asks, the whisper coming from her mouth so soft I can barely hear it.

"What? I didn't do anything, Michael's the one in the wrong?" I ask, suddenly becoming frantic, the words not coming out of my mouth fast enough as she wiggles from my grip, walking past me, having to catch up with her once again.