don't leave (l.h)

21.

A week later our school had managed to set up a prom. Although school had already ended a week ago, the teachers in somehow wanted to make something special for us. I didn't really want to go anyway, but Sarah did. She said it would be a good way to keep my thoughts on something else. But how could I? I mean, Luke would probably be there too and things would only hurt more if I saw him.

I told Sarah this, but she insisted that we were gonna have a good time. She had even brought some alcohol with her.

So here I was, at this stupid dance with this stupid dress with my stupid make up and stupid hair that Sarah had done for me. My dress was short and black without sleeves. If I could have picked out an outfit, I would have gone with a hoodie and a pair of jeans. But at least I was allowed to wear my Doc. Martens. Sarah said okay after me ranting about it for about the whole time we were making ourselves ready.

I leaned back in my chair while everyone else was dancing. Sarah was dancing with Ashton, she said she could stay for me but I told her no. I wouldn't do anything fun anyway, I just sat here in this fucking chair looking at stupid people having "fun".

After a while I got tired of it and my eyes fell on Sarah's purse that was lying on the table next to me. I looked around for teachers and then I picked up the hip flask and drank from it. I knew drinking while being at the prom was not the best idea, but what could possible go wrong? This place was full with people, why would they notice me?

I basically sat here this whole time watching people, being drunk, trying to hide it whenever a teacher walked past and then just being more drunk. I stood up and walked over the redecorated P.E hal, that was now a dance floor for a hundred students. I was looking for the bathroom. I elbowed my way out to the big doors that led to the halls.

Out here, the music was almost not hearable. It was quiet and lonely. There was no one here and it felt nice. I know realized how much I actually liked being alone.

I turned round the corner to the bathrooms when I suddenly walked into someone. In my unstable state I fell to the ground and shouted a "Ow! Watch your feet!" when I saw who it was.

He was just staring down at me, not even reaching down his hand to help me like he would've done otherwise. He just stared at me, with an icy look that sent shivers down my spine.

"Luke." I said slowly, not wanting to rush the words. I could tell he hated me, with his whole broken heart. I swallowed hard.

He just shook his head, but he didn't move. Which I was surprised by. And I sat there on the floor, holding a hand to my back and looking into those eyes that I've been missing for so long. And he just hovered over me like an eagle. I wasn't scared of him. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, even if I did that to him.

"Are you seriously drunk?" was the first thing he said after what felt like hours. I was ashamed of myself now. Being here with him, and being drunk off my ass. I could barely stand, and that is why I sat down. I didn't want to find out if I would fall if I tried to stand again.

I didn't answer him, just looking down at my hands. And the next thing I see is Luke's face in the same height as mine. "I could use some of that." he said then, shaking his head once again.

I offered him the little shiny silver metal flask but he denied it, which I thought was weird. I didn't know what to say when he started to play with the bands around my wrist. Of course I wore them, I never took them off. It wasn't until he touched the five tally one that he started to cry.

I guess he was over the stage of being angry, now he was just sad.

"I miss you." he said quietly, "why?"