oppressor {l.h.}

×chapter 4×

It's now 9:16 and the boys are upstairs in Ashton's room listening to music. Right now,
Kryptonite by 3 Doors Down is banging from Ashton's speakers.
Even though I loved that song, it was getting irritating. I told them to turn it down, but they turned it up instead.

I finally was fed up. I grabbed my soccer ball and walked up to Ashton's room.

When I reached his door, I grabbed the handle, turned it, and stepped inside the door frame. "SHUT UP!" I yelled while throwing the soccer ball at Ashton. Luke got up and walked towards me and put his hand on the side of the door frame, "if we don't, what will you do about it?" He smirked. "Do you really want to know what I'll do?" I spat.
"Well, depends." He replied.
"That's it." I pushed past Luke and walked over to the outlet where the speakers were plugged in, and I pulled the cord out of the wall.
"I suggest you shut it, or next time I come up here, it'll be with a bucket of water on your speakers." I threatened and dropped the chord and walked out of Ashton's room, and back down to Sydney.
"You handled that well." She giggled.
"I suppose so." I laughed.

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Me and Sydney watched Netflix.
We started off with watching High School Musical, for somewhat reason, and finished off with Mean Girls.
We were getting settled to sleeping on the couch, the we heard a loud crash coming from Ashton's room, "SHlT!" Someone yelled, the voice sounding Luke Michael's.

With that, I gave Sydney a confused look and ran up the stairs to Ashton's room. "What the hell?!" I screamed.

There was beer bottles everywhere, and one shattered on Ashton's desk.

"How did you even get this?" I yelled while picking up an empty beer bottle.

"You have no right to know!" Ashton yelled.

Luke was sitting on the floor next to the desk and had blood dripping down his arm and on his knuckles.

"Luke! What happened to you?" I exclaimed while helping him up off the floor. He stumbled at first but caught his balance.
"Ashton dared me to punch the bottle against the wall. Then it shattered and a piece hit my arm, and cut up my knuckles." Luke explained.

"Come on. We're cleaning you up." I said while grabbing his wrist that wasn't covered in blood and took him down the stairs and into the kitchen, ignoring the weird glares I got from Sydney. I would explain to her later.

I told Luke to sit on the counter and I got a wet washcloth and dabbed his arm first. Then his knuckles and with tweezers, pulled out the remainders of glass in his wounds.

When I was done he spoke up, "Thank you." He said, "but I still hate you."

"Whatever. Just shut up." I spat.

"Lyric?"

"What.." I mumbled quite annoyed.

"Can I sleep down here, I don't want to drink and get dared anymore tonight." Luke replied.

"Yeah, you can sleep on the couch, me and Sydney will sleep in my room." I said.

"No, can you sleep down here with me. Please?" He questioned.

"I guess. I'll ask Sydney if She wants to sleep in my room alone." I replied.

"Okay, Thank you." He smiled.

I walked into the living room and asked Sydney. She gave me a big grin and said yes of course. She just thinks that something will happen between Luke and me. Which I completely doubt.

She walked up to my room and went to sleep, and I helped Luke to the couch and set up a little bed for him on the big couch and one for me on the smaller one.
He latest down as I did the same. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, I didn't even bother room check on the other boys. To be honest, I didn't care, they were screwed on their own, I am not helping them.

The silence was disrupted by Luke's raspy voice, "Lyric?" He asked.

"Yes?" I replied trying to not sound annoyed.

"Can you sleep with me? I don't like sleeping alone." He said.

"Oh- uh-"

"Please?" He pouted.

"I guess." I mumbled.

I got up and latest next to Luke, he draped his arm on my waist. It was quite comfortable, I felt safe. It was a nice feeling, even though Luke is still a jerk. I felt comfortable.

His hot breath tickled my neck while he fell asleep.

I fell asleep also, on his arms.

I liked it.
But I didn't like Luke.
I couldn't.
I wouldn't.
But maybe,
Could I?

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((Hey guys! I wrote this chapter while listening to Good Girls.
I'm sorry this is such a short and sucky chapter I'll make it up to you in the next one! Make sure to read my other story!
That Boy Next Door //Luke Hemmings
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Love you!❤(:
xx- Lila ♡