When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

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You guys! Ilysm! Almost as much as I love pizza rolls Omg! For real you guys thanks so much for reading this.you don't have to vote, bc fuck that, but it would be sooo fricken appreciated if you would comment bc I like commenting and getting comments bc they give me butterflies... (ik, I'm a dork.) Anywhore please tell me what you think about this story, and be honest bc I need to know if its boring or fucking stupid, bc there's nothing I hate more than disliking a character in a story...so please comment and idgaf if you vote or not bc you don't have to. Seriously tho thanks for all the read ily all so much!!!!! Thank you. Also, sorry but this chapter is four weeks after the party. [unedited]:

"She fucking puked on you?" Ashton chuckled as Luke grimaced at the memory.

"Yeah; it was clear and stringy," he shook his head, disgusted.

Ashton set his drink on the counter of the bar they were at, smirking.

"Well, 'ya got my money?"

"Yeah," Luke replied, pulling three one-hundred dollar bills out of his pocket. "but no one can know."

Ashton shook his head, snatching the money out of Luke's hands. "It's a total shame she lost her virginity for only three hundred dollars, because it was worth so much more. I should actually charge you extra for paying four weeks late. And what about Cruz? Does he get money?"

"Yeah, but let's not talk about any of this in public."

"Oi, don't tell me what to do!"

"Lighten up, mate. The most I can give you as extra is $100."

"That'll do," Ashton smirked yet again, taking the hundred dollar bill out of Luke's hands and holding it between his two fingers.

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"You're trying to call me dumb?! I'm not the one who lost my virginity to a guy that I met for three minutes - at most ! I'm not the one who cheated on a boy who liked me! I'm not dumb, you're dumb. Hell, you're fucking stupid! " Sam yelled harshly, her hands flying everywhere.

"Don't you fucking DARE! I was drunk and that was my first time drinking!" Stella yelled louder, Sam's words affecting her terribly.

"Oh, wow! " she retaliated, "You're first time drinking? That's a really fucking good excuse!" Samantha was fuming, and considered telling Stella that her virginiry was a bet. She only knew because Cruz told her a week after it happened. "'OH, MY NAME'S STELLA AND I GET MAD AT MY OWN MOTHER FOR TELLING ME TO LOVE MY STEPFATHER BECAUSE HE'S BETTER THAN MY ACTUAL FATHER! I LEAVE MY FOUR-YEAR-OLD SISTER - THE ONE WHO OBVIOUSLY NEEDS ME - BECAUSE IM ANGRY WITH MY LOVING MOTHER. I HAVE A GREAT LIFE WITH A GREAT FAMILY, BUT I'M GOING TO LEAVE BECAUSE I'M A NO-GOOD, NARCISSISTIC BITCH!' Stella, I would kill to get my mom back, and here you are, taking yours for granted!"

Stella looked at Samantha, covering her mouth.

"Is that what this is about?" She whispered, "me having a mom? You not having one?"

"This isn't about me! This is about the fact that you cheated on my step brother with a guy you barely knew!"

"Samantha...I'm so sorry," she wiped her tears, and Samantha shook her head.

"Don't call me 'Samantha', I hate that name."

"I'm sorry, Sam."

Sam smiled softly, wiping away tears. "That's better."

Stella laughed, hugging her friend. "I know what I did was wrong, and I know being drunk was no excuse, but I really am sorry."

"I know," Sam sighed, "but I hate seeing Riley sad...he just wallows in his own sadness. It's depressing."