Stepbrother: Luke Hemmings |a.u.|

Stop

"Come here."
Luke grabs the back of my neck and pulls me closer.
"Stop." I say. Luke ceases.
"What? Why?" Luke says, confused.
"Because.You shouldn't be fucking me if you're seeing other people." It spills.
"What?" Shit.
"Sorry."
"What were you talking about?" Luke asks again.
"Shit. I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm talking about." I put my head down. I'm embarrassed.
"I thought this was just a-"
"It is." I cut him off. Why am I acting like this? This has got me fucked up.
"Taylor, it's fine." Luke says. I feel pathetic.
"Please just take me home." He puts the car in drive and starts taking me home. I put in my headphones. Nothing is playing.
"Taylor." Luke says. I pretend like I don't hear him.
"Taylor, I know you can hear me." I ignore him.
"Fine. I'll just talk. I thought this was just a friends with benefits kind of thing, ya know. I didn't know you were gonna expect-" I interrupt.
"Expect what?" I ask.
"I don't know, Taylor. I don't know." Luke says. He seems hurt. We pull into my driveway. I hurry up to get out of the car.
"Taylor, listen. I'm sorry." Luke says out of the window. I turn around.
"Sorry for what? We don't have anything. There is no relationship. No feelings. Nothing. I don't know why you're so worried about me. You can see other people. I'm totally fine. This doesn't mean anything to me. I don't care if we're friends. I don't care if we fuck. I just don't care." I explode. But they're lies. I do care. A lot. He's fucked me up in the head. Ever since he took me upstairs that day, I can't get him out of my head. This is happening too quickly. I don't have time to . . . feel. Luke jumps out of the car. He starts yelling.
"I asked you if this was what you wanted! You can't bitch at me for something you agreed to! I'm not even dating that girl, and you're already getting jealous! God, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Luke yells.
"You're what the hell is wrong with me! Ever since you took me upstairs, nothing has been the same! Girls develop feelings, asshole!" I yell back.
"Bullshit! Don't you dare make this my fault! You dropped your panties almost as soon as I touched you! My life was just fine before this, ya know. None of the girls I've been with have ever been so naive. Hell, I just had a real conversation with you for the first time a week ago and you 'already have feelings'! Just because your father left does not mean you have to-"
"Don't you DARE talk about my father! You don't know anything about him!" I stop him. He grabs the doorknob and turns around with a smirk.
"Ya know, if your mother acts anything like this, I can see why your dad would be with someone else." He spits and goes inside.