prom // 5sos

seven.

"Sir, without ID, I don't have the authority to let you in here." The bouncer examined Luke from head to toe, wondering if he should believe when Luke told him he was 22.

"Please, I just need to go in for a quick phone call." Luke pleaded, even going as far as clasping his hands together.

"I'm sorry, little guy. No can do." The bouncer said before turning to unclasp the velvet rope to let in two busty, blond girls.

"You're the only place that's open!" Luke exclaimed. The bouncer turned away, ignoring him. Luke groaned and stomped away.

He walked away from the bouncer and leaned on the brick wall. Unfortunately for him, the strip club was the only place available to make a phone call. Not being allowed in was another setback.

His only other option was to wait all night and miss prom, which he absolutely could not do. He had been planning this night for way too long.

Dust had began to collect at the cuff of his pants, and his hair was falling loose from its gel. Luke was tired of walking around for what had seemed to be hours. Downtown never seemed to end.

This was exactly why he couldn't just give up now. Not just because some big guy with the power to a velvet rope told him that he couldn't go in. Luke was going into that strip club, and no one could stop him.

Before he could register what he was doing, he felt his body go into adrenaline mode. He sprinted to the bouncer, where he proceeded to hop over the rope with ease. He felt like a hurdler.

Screams from the bouncer could be heard as he tried to angrily climb over the rope. Luke didn't look back. He made sure to blend in with the crowd as soon as possible. He didn't even bother to look at the half naked girls doing splits on the poles onstage. He could distinctively hear the cheers of middle-aged men as they threw crumpled dollar bills at the poor, objectified girls.

Luke pushed past everyone to get to the bar.

"I need to..." He took a deep breath. "Make a phone call."

The bar tender gave Luke a suspicious glance before handing him the wall phone. He quickly dialed Michael's number into it, and placed the plastic phone to his ear.

"Hey there! Its Michael. I'm not available to-Ashton, stop touching my hair! I'm not available to answer your call at the moment. Leave me a message. Bye!"

Luke groaned at the sound of Michael's pre-recorded voice. He dialed in Ashton's number, and waited for him to pick up.

"H-hello?" Ashton groaned from the other line.

"Ashton! Where are you guys?" Luke practically screamed, earning him irritated glances from a couple sitting at the bar.

"Me? Stuck in a c-car." Ashton was barely audible.

"What? Ashton, what are you talking about?" Luke asked impatiently. He looked around to see where the bouncer was. His stomach jumped to his throat when he saw him on the other side of the stage, talking to a young woman. He quickly turned back around.

"I need to pee-pee! Bye bye Lukey!" Ashton giggled.

"Ashton, NO!" Luke cried out, then yelped when he heard Ashton hang up.

He sighed in frustration before he finally dialed in Calum's number. He silently prayed that Calum would pick up, and actually be in the right state of mind.

"Who is this?" Calum grunted into the phone.

"Calum! It's Luke."

"Oh, God! Luke, where are you?" Calum asked. He heard someone talking angrily in the background.

"I'm at-" Luke was cut off when he was forcefully grabbed by a strong pair of hands. He gulped when he met the eyes of the bouncer.

"We don't tolerate when people break in around here." He grunted.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do anything wrong!" Luke exclaimed.

"I'm taking you to the police station." The bouncer said.

"No! No! Take me to prom!" Luke pleaded, before getting an odd look from the bouncer.

"You're in high school?"

"I, uh..." Luke trailed off, looking for words to explain.

"Explain it to your parents when they pick you up from the station."