crap, luke | l.h.

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ziggy

i laughed with him, his lips tilted into a smirk, and im falling, falling hard

after a while of us talking about nothing, our conversations mostly consisting of insults and mockery, i got a text from cassie.

sent at 1:30am
cassie: im in big trouble, we need to go.. like now.

i leaped at the opportunity to leave the boy, tucking my phone in my pocket and picking up my bag.

"where are you going?" the boy said with a frown, sitting up from his slouched position.

i shuddered, having a feeling of deja vu, though i don't remember a thing
from that night,
apart from knowing that he was nothing but trouble.

"i need to leave, cass is in trouble," i looked into his eyes with an icy glare, turning to walk away.

he caught hold of my wrist, a cold shiver running through my body and i turned to him, his smirk appearing on his face.

"call me"

"but i dont have your number.."

"yes you do" he let go of my wrist and the cold feeling left instantly, i turned around quickly and left, running towards the exit of the club.

i got out of the club and my knees were wobbly, probably the alcohols effect, i sat on a bench and pulled my phone from my pocket, going through my texts.

i held my breath and i sent a text to someone i really did NOT want to send a text to.

to: do not reply to this number

me: hey.. i'm ziggy what's your name?

-a/n

sorry i havent posted in like forever
picture is lukes smirk it will be here alot in this story