Stepbrother: Luke Hemmings |a.u.|

Who is it?

What.
The.
Fuck.
He did not just say that. I'm in shock. I can't even pick up my feet to go inside. I don't know if I even want to go inside with... him. I wipe the tears that have stained my cheeks. I pull up my sleeves and grab the doorknob.
"Hey, sweetie." I ignore her and head upstairs.
"Taylor, is everything okay?" She asks.
"Everything is fine. I don't really wanna talk." I mumble.
"Taylor, I want to talk. You never share anything about your life with me and I want to get to know about it." She continues.
"Mom, I already said I don't wanna-"
"Taylor . . . sweetie, I know it's kind of hard for you to express your feelings. *sigh* I swear you get it from your father. You can talk to-"
"Mom! I said I don't want to talk! What do you not understand?!" I snap. I know it isn't her fault.
"Taylor, I'm sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have brought your father up."
"Not everything in my life has to do with my damn father." I say and walk into my room. I lock the door. I look at my unmade bed and I can't stop the tears from falling. I'm such a damn idiot. I knew this was going to happen. I just knew it.

*Luke's POV*
What the fuck did I just say? What the fuck did I just do? I really didn't mean it. I just wanted to hurt her. Whether she knows it or not, what she said hurt. No. What the fuck am I thinking? That bitch deserved it. Whatever. I don't have time to be thinking about this. I can go see Caitlyn and fuck her senseless. And Taylor can't do a damn thing about it.

*Taylor's POV*

I knew better than this. I know right from wrong. Luke is wrong. This whole this was wrong. I need to move past this. It's going to be hard but I know I can do-
"Linda! I'm going out! I'll be back whenever!" Luke yells and the door closes. Finally, I think I can try to sleep this off.

*An hour and a half later*

Ding dong. The doorbell is ringing. Who the hell is that?
DING DONG. DING DONG.
"IM COMING! Damn." I zip up my jacket and hurry down the stairs while putting my hair up in a ponytail.
"Who is it?" I ask through the door.
"It's Ashton! I'm Luke's friend" The boy says through the door. I open it. He's HOT.
"Oh shit. Um. I just, um, woke up. I don't always look like this." I stammer.
"Hahaha. You look fine . . . I mean, you like fine because you said you just woke up, um. Is Luke home?" He says. Aw. His little laugh is so cute. He's so cute.
"He headed out almost 2 hours ago so he should be back soon" I say.
"Oh." He replies. There's an awkward silence.
"You can come in and wait if you want." I suggest.
"Oh no, I don't want to intrude." He insists.
"Oh come on. No one's here and I was bored anyways." I insist. He steps inside.
"You can sit on the couch, if you want." I tell him. He sits and I sit across from him on the sofa. Well, this is awkward.
"What's your name?" He asks me.
"Me? Of course you meant me. I'm the only one here haha. I'm Taylor." I tell him.
"Pretty name. Pretty girl." He says.
"What?"
"I'm just stating the obvious." He's a real flirt. I hear keys jingle.
"Ash? I see your car outside." Luke calls from the door.
"I'm in here with the very beautiful, Taylor. Isn't that right, Taylor?" Ashton says as his friend walks into the room.
"Let's go in the garage, Ash." Luke says rolling his eyes.
"Oh yeah. Be careful. If you call her beautiful she 'might catch feelings'." Luke sneers. Ashton stands up and follows Luke into the garage. After a few seconds, he grabs the edge of the wall and peeks back around.
"See you later, Taylor." Ashton says.
"Haha. Okay, Ashton." I say sarcastically.

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