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Chapter 21:
"What the fuck is a Zepplin shirt?"

Eloise-Anne

After three long days, I'm finally lying in my own bed. Luke insisted on working together more than we already did, so we didn't speak. He was trying to write the song without me interrupting him. I don't blame him though. It did give me more time to make my story more likable. Besides that, Ashton thought the same about him and Lila. He didn't want to work with her, so we did spend a lot of time together, naked. Yet, it didn't feel the same as before, it was actually a bit disappointing. I know sex is about the fun you share together and that an orgasm is just a plus. I just can't help but feel disappointed. He got many, many orgasms and he couldn't bear to give me one. I still don't touch myself, but if it keeps going like that, I might as well start doing that.

Not going to lie, it did feel good. But he kept finishing before me and he thought I already did. The buildup was great, but the ending wasn't it. I didn't dare to speak up about it.

"El..?" I look up from my laptop to see Michael in the doorway. "I'm going for some groceries; do you need something? Or just condoms." He smirks at me. "I could literally hear you the whole fucking trip."

"It's not like I didn't hear you and Tammy." I chuckle. "But let me be, I'm getting some." He rolls his eyes and looks at me. "What's the real question?" I ask him.

"What the fuck happened in that elevator?" He asks me. "Ashton was panicking and you haven't told me about it at all," I tell him the full detailed story and he listens to it all. He is obviously interested in what happened, and I can't blame him. I would be interested as well. "Hold up, the two of you almost kissed?" He asks me, in pure disbelief.

"It was probably just the heat that made me want it."

"You wanted it?" He doesn't want to believe it, and nor do I. It's almost as if he's spitting out the words. I can't even start to feel what he's feeling. We both hate him, we do, I guess there's just something very attractive about him.

Or it's the fact that there's a thin line between love and hate.

"No, no-" I sigh deeply and look at him once again. "I don't want him," I tell him. "I still hate him. In fact, he's the worst person I've ever met. But we just got locked up together, I got scared and somehow he comforted me."

"Which means you can just make out with him whenever you like? You're with Ashton." He tells me.

"I did not make out with him, Mike!" I tell him. "I didn't even kiss him, nothing happened." This time he sighs deeply. He wants to lecture me about something that hasn't even happened yet. "I told Ashton all of this as well, everything. He wasn't mad at me. Why are you?"

"I just want the best for you, El. Luke is not and will never be the best."

"Don't you think I know that?" I chuckle. "I love Ashton." He simply nods in answer.

"So, just condoms?" I roll my eyes and a playful chuckle leaves his lips. "Or do you need other things as well? Pregnancy test?"

"I do need tampons," I tell him. He scratches his head. He's not the best at remembering which ones I use. I don't blame him at all, but I sent him the photo every time so he could get them for me. I grab my phone and send the photo. He grabs his phone and smiles at me. "Stay safe, Mike." He smiles at me and walks away. Suddenly my phone chimes and I grab it.

From: troy bolton
Meet me at my place asap

To: troy bolton
Yeah, I do have a boyfriend