Basketball player ● cakeツ

✦ twenty six ✦

[hood]

I heard a loud ring and immediately shot up from my bed and grabbing the object that was ringing loudly; my phone. It was Luke, and it was also 4 in the morning.

I groaned lowly and slid to decline but he kept nagging. He called at least 15 times before I actually picked it up.

"Hello?" I spoke quietly trying not to alarm my mother or and sister. "I miss you." Luke's voice was slurring and the background had music blasting. "Where are you?" I was upset, is he okay? "Go away you fucking frog," I heard him mutter.

I rejected the small smile that was trying to come out of me, "Im at a bar I think." The groggy voice spoke again, he's only 17 how the fuck did he get into a bar? "Don't drive anywhere." I checked the time again and groaned.

"Lucas are you drunk?" I need to make sure he's okay. "Mhm, I want you here." He mumbled. I could just tell he was drunk. "I'll be right there, where are you?" I was slipping my shoes on and opening my window.

"I think the street pub, I snuck in. Oh hell, I don't know." I could picture him throwing his hands in the air. "Just stay where you are." I spoke before hanging up and jumping quite a ways from my window.

I began to walk down the cold streets and finally found the bar, not wanting to approach it. My stomach still felt odd from my last drunk encounter. It smelt like smoke and strong alcohol. "Princess!" I heard the familiar deep voice, I spun around capturing his appearance, his eyes red and his hair was droopy.

"Luke, how much have you drank?" I questioned, grabbing his wrist and beginning to walk away from the horrible place. He stuck out his fingers, stopping and counting each one. I rolled my eyes and just scurried him faster. "Stop being mean, you loser." He scoffed.

He was just drunk and it was making me upset. But loser? Ouch. "Do you want to go home or come over?" I asked him, grabbing his hand. "Where's my truck!?" He yelled a little too loud. He's a loud drunk, Luke never drinks.

"We are walking, now, I asked you a question Luke." I said sternly, I want him to know that I can take control sometimes too. "I wanna fuck you." He stopped and dragged me into a back lane. I furrowed my eyebrows, I wasn't horny. I was tired, exhausted and very upset.

"No! Let's go." I groaned, grabbing him and practically pulling him towards the street. "I wanna make you feel good!" He yelled loudly. I made a weird face and looked around to make sure no one was there. That'd be awkward. "No, Luke. Okay? No! You're drunk! You have to go to sleep," I explained softly.

He huffed, "I wanna sleep with you." His eyes were bloodshot as we approached my bedroom window. "You will, now climb. Please be careful baby." I lifted him to the side of the house, clinging on the vines as I propped up his bum for support soon following after me.

"Its cold in here." He mumbled, plopping flat on my bed. He's such a bed hog. "Just sleep Luke." I was changing into my boxer shorts and stripped my shirt off. "Come lay with me, Princess." His groggy voice spoke. A small smile approached my lips but soon faded, I was still fairly upset.

"You have to be quiet, okay?" I whispered to Luke, snuggling into the bed. I don't want him getting up and wondering the house while my mother and sister are sleeping. "Are we going to have sex?" He sounded excited.

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "Goodnight, Luke." I muttered, snuggling into the warm plushy blanket. "Calum. . ." He said after a few seconds. "Yes, Luke?" I sighed, I was very tired. "I'm cold, can we cuddle?" His voice was turning soft, he was slowly sobering up and I was relieved.

"C'mere," I whispered into his ear, feeling the goosebumps rise from his skin as I embraced him against my body. He was shivering and I suddenly felt bad. I pulled the blanket over us, kissing his nose and whispering sweet nothings until he began to snore softly.