Friendzoned. (Luke Hemmings Love Story)

Chapter 4.

*Aly's P.O.V.*

What. The. Hell. First, my cheating asshole of a boyfriend comes to my house and punches Luke, and now Luke and I are kissing. I didn't know how to feel. Luke is my best friend. I don't know if I have feelings for him in any other way. Don't get me wrong, he's amazing and extremely attractive, but he's like a brother to me.

Once we had pulled away, we just kind of stared at each other. Ya know, like they do in the movies. I bit my lip, taking in the moment and I continued looking at him.

"Al.. I.. uh," he said, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that was.. i just."

I interrupted, "No, don't be sorry. It's okay." I honestly had no idea how I felt. Part of me liked it, but part if me felt wrong.

"Al.. I.." He began but then looked away.

"What, Lukey? Tell me."

"I gotta go." He rushed and quickly stood up.

I grabbed his wrist before he could leave. "Please don't go. I want you here."

"I have uh, homework." He murmured.

I looked at him, fighting back my tears that suddenly wanted to appear, and said, "Luke, we didn't go to school today. Why do you wanna leave?"

"Because I have to." He shook his wrist free from my hand and walked straight out the door. Suddenly everything stopped. I felt so alone. I felt unwanted. What did I do wrong?

*A few weeks later*

Weeks had passed and no word from Luke. I saw him in the mornings and around school. I've tried talking to him, but he just ignores me. Because of all that's been happening with Luke, I've kind of shut everyone out. I don't have a boyfriend to talk to anymore. Most of my friends just wanna talk about their boyfriends or crushes. No one knew what I was going through. The one person that I really wanted to talk to was ignoring me, and it killed.

It was Wednesday and school had just ended. I had a volleyball game which I wasn't looking forward to. I hadn't been playing to well with all if this going through my mind. We were warming up before the game and watching to see what fans would show up to watch the game. I would glance at the door every once in a while, not really expecting to see anyone there for me, but I did. About five minutes before the game, Luke and Calum walked in. The two of them smiled at me and went up to their seats. 

Knowing that I had support at the game made me play a lot better. I had improved so much that our team crushed them. The game had ended and my team headed to the locker room to gather our stuff. Once I had everything ready to go, I threw on my book bag, holding my keys in one hand, and walked out the door. I got to my car and as I reached out to open the car door, someones hands covered my eyes. It made me jump a little, but a smile followed soon after. I turned around to face the person the hands belonged to. It was a familiar face. Spencer. Shit. That's not who I wanted to see at all. 

"Hey babe." He smirked, moving his hands to my hips.

I rolled my eyes. "Go away Spencer." I snapped.

"Don't be like that, baby girl--"

I cut him off. "Don't call me that. We're done, remember?"

"I know you still want me."

God, he's so full of himself. "Actually, I don't. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go."

I went to turn around but, before I could, he pressed his lips against mine, forcefully. When he pulled away he smirked then asked, "Sure you don't want me back?" 

"Positive." I snarled and turned, getting into my car, slamming the door. I drove off and got home. I didmy homework then ate a little. My parents were at work for the night, so it meant another lonely night. Another night to think about all of the great times had with Luke, how happy he made me, how I need him in my life, and how I somehow managed to screw all of that up. After eating my late dinner, I took a shower and threw on a sweatshirt and some shorts. Looking at myself in the mirror, I put my glasses on. I had a conversation with myself in my head.

Why'd you kiss Luke? Why didn't you try harder? Why did you stop talking to him? Do you have feelings for him? What did you do?

I couldn't take it. I need to talk to him. I threw on some sneakers and walked next door. I knocked on the door and Mr.Hemmings, Luke's dad, opened it. "Aly! It's so nice to see you!"

I forced a smile. "You too! Is Luke home?"

"Down in his room. Come on in." 

I walked in and went down to Luke's room. The door was closed. I knocked. "I'm doing something. Go away." Luke said. He sounded upset.

"Okay, I'll wait.." I said, softly.

"..Al..?"

I opened the door slowly. "Hey.."

He was sitting on his bed, playing with his phone. His eyes were irritated and red, like he'd been crying.

"Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend right now?" He said in an annoyed voice.

I looked a him confused. "What are you talking about? We broke up. Ya know, you were there. He kinda punched you."

He glared at me. "I was gonna go talk to you after the game. I couldn't find you so I went to look for your car. I saw you guys kiss."

"He kissed me. I didn't kiss him. He kept saying I wanted him back, I kept saying I didn't. He's the last person I wanted to see. Luke, when I knew someone was behind me at my car, I wanted it to be you.   I'm never gonna get back with Spencer." Do you ever do that thing where once you start talking, you can't stop. "And I don't know why you just stopped talking to me all of the sudden. I hate not talking to you. I don't know how I did it before. You're my best friend. I mean I know we kissed and it was weird, but I don't see why you have to ignore me. Did my breathe smell? Was it bad? It wasn't bad for me. It was weird though. You're my best friend. Should I not have enjoyed the kiss? Is it wrong? I've done nothing but question myself for these past few weeks. Not only has it sucked because I don't get to see you, but then I have myself questioning me all the time. Oh my god, it's just so much to handle right now."

He pat the bed next to him and I sat down. He looked at me. "I stopped talking to you because I was scared."

I was confused. "Scared of what?"

"Umm.. rejection, I guess." He scratched the back of his head.

"What do you mean?"

"Aly I um.." He trailed off.

"Spit it out, Luke."

"..I love you."