Good Girls Go Bad // smut

my girl / luke hemmings

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Your POV

"Seriously! Fuck off Andy. We’re not dating anymore. We were barely dating then!” you scream in frustration.

Andy grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him roughly. “Why are you being like that princess? You know we were good together Y/N. You know you’ll never find anyone who makes you feel better than me,” he sneers in your face, the sound of his nickname and the feeling of his body against yours causing a wave of nausea to wash over you.

You pull back and remove his hand from your wrist, rubbing it to soothe the ache. “Stay away from me Andy. We’re not together anymore.”

You rush off to find your boyfriend Luke. He is the only one who makes you feel better after a confrontation like that. You find him at his locker, his head stuck slightly inside as he pulls his gym bag out. You run up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, breathing deeply to let his soothing scent seep into your lungs. He tenses at first before relaxing and letting out a small chuckle. “Hey babe,” he says softly as he continues to dig through his locker. “How’s my girl?”

In lieu of responding, you release a deep sigh and rest your cheek against his strong back and hug his waist tighter. Noticing your apparent distress, he turns around and pulls you into his arms tightly. “What’s wrong Y/N? What happened?” he questions immediately.

You sigh again and rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes at the undeniable comfort you feel. It takes you a minute to respond, and when you do you say only one word, “Andy.”

His muscles tense and his arms tighten around you perceptively. “What the fuck did that asshole do?” Luke snarls.

"He grabbed my wrist in the hallway and pushed himself against me. He just keeps saying that I’m still his and that I’ll never find anyone else like him. He’s so gross and creepy and he freaks me out, Luke. We dated for like a month and it was a year ago! He’s starting to scare me," you confess in a whisper.

"I’ll fucking take care of that motherfucker. Don’t worry babe, okay? I’ll make him wish he never even knew you," he threatens in a low voice.

Your arms tighten further around him, but you bring your head back to look up into his eyes. “Luke I really don’t want you to fight with him. I can deal with it, okay? I don’t want anyone to get hurt. Let’s just ignore him. Please?” you plead. Andy scares you, but the last thing you need is for Luke to get hurt or suspended for fighting. He’d get kicked off the swim team and he’d probably lose his scholarship over it. You couldn’t let him compromise his future for you.

You stare into Luke’s perfect blue eyes, running your hands up his neck and lightly combing your fingers through his blonde quiff. He sighs heavily, understanding the concerns that you hadn’t even voiced. After dating Luke for only six months, you both had the ability to read one another’s body language and eyes. He let out a heavy sigh before nodding and kissing your lips firmly. “I love you, Y/N,” he says simply.

You kiss him again with a small smile before replying sincerely, “I love you too Lukey.”

He rolls his eyes at your nickname for him before pulling back from your embrace and linking his fingers with yours. “I completely understand if you don’t want to stay for swim practice today. Do you want to see if Mel can drive you home?” he asks you while you walk toward the pool.

You contemplate it for a moment, thinking of ducking out to avoid seeing Andy again, who happens to be on the swim team with Luke. “No, I want to stay and wait for you. He’s an idiot and an asshole. I’m not going to let him run my life - he means nothing to me,” you tell Luke confidently.