Lift Off (Luke Brooks Fan Fiction)

Twenty-Three

The boys were having a party since it was their first weekend back in Glen Roy. And the party was absolutely kicking. Music was blaring over the chatter of all the people who were flooding the house with their sweat.

Looking through the kitchen door into the living room I notice a group of girls all wearing super short dresses and pumps. I wasn’t dressed like them at all.

I look down; I’m wearing a black dress from A&E with three cute bows along the front, and a slit in the back, and the skirt itself hit my knees. Also I was wearing my favorite black pumps. I left my hair in its natural curly mess because Luke liked it that way.

Standing at the kitchen counter my hips swayed from side to side as I took a sip of my water.

“Hey Isabella,” I heard Ashton say from behind me.

Turning it looked at my brown eyed, doll baby friend, “Ashton!” I shouted giving him a hug.

He laughed, “you drunk?”

I shook my head, “you know me better then that!” I laughed, “you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, you’re boyfriend and them sure know how to throw a party.”

I giggled, “They are all about getting smashed.”

“Yeah, anyways, are you looking forward to going back to school?”

“Don’t remind me,” my face twisted in disgust.

He laughed, “Right. Well you look great,” he complemented me, grabbing my hand and lifting it in the air.

I smile as he twirls me around in a circle, “thanks Ash, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

He looked away shyly, “Thanks. You want to dance?”

And that was my cue, “have you seen Luke? I think I need to go find him…” I say, pretending I didn’t hear him.

Ashton didn’t say anything as I made my way out to the living room full with horny, drunk teenagers. I laughed as I saw Haley dancing with two boys, holding a cup up in the air. I was about to go stop her when someone grabs my waist, pulling me back against them.

Luke’s P.O.V

I finally spot Isabella walking through the crowd and I notice she looks amused. She also looks so good, Ella knew exactly how to dress sexy and still look amazing. She was such a tease. Smiling at the thought I make my way over to her but I notice she stops with a horrified look sweeping across her face.

Anger rises in my chest as I see his hands on her. I start to push my way through the crowd, who the fuck does he think he is?

“Get off of me!” Isabella yells, her hands clawing at his arms.

“Is that your hand on my girlfriend?” I shouted at Drew.

Drew looks up and a slimy grin spreads across his face, he shrugs his shoulders and says, “maybe.”

Isabella stomps on his foot making him flinch in pain and let’s her go. He’s lucky I wasn’t the one who hit him…

I move closer and wrap my arm around her waist, “Don’t fucking touch her,” I growl. I notice Isabella move her body behind mine, scared. This only pissed me off more.

“That’s not what she was saying last night,” Drew spews, the scent of alcohol radiating off of him.

I feel as if steam is blowing out of my ears, my body tensed and my fists clenched. “Get the fuck out,” I yell. Taking a step closer to him I shove him back as I say, “and don’t come near her ever fucking again dick head.” Drew stumbles as he takes a swing at me. I push Isabella back and avoid his hit. “Who the fuck even invited you.” The only thing that’s keeping me from fighting him is the small fingers on my arm, pulling me back.