"What the fuck?," a voice shouted, waking the entire house.
Michael and I sat up abruptly, detangling ourselves from each other before exiting the room, finding everyone else standing outside as well.
Ashton's door (well, Michael's) was swung open, as well as Luke's.
I shuffled across the carpet and into the bedroom, finding Luke clutching the box of gray hair dye, furiously towering over Ashton who sat pressed up against the wall on the mattress.
"Luke . .," I warned, slowly walking towards him, touching his arm.
He pushed me away, causing me to stumble into Michael, who placed his hand on the small of my back. "Hey man, chill out."
"How am I supposed to chill? He fucking lied to me!"
"L-Listen Luke, I already apologized," Ashton stuttered.
"And you think I'll just accept it? You've been lying to me for almost two months. Two months!"
"What happened?," Calum asked, standing at the doorway with an arm around Margo.
"This prick decided it would be fun to dye his hair silver to get closer to Cassie and Margo."
Luke's entire face was red with anger, veins popping out of his scrawny (yet toned) arms.
"So he pretended to be your Soulmate?," Margo asked. "That's really fucked up, Ashton."
"I know! I said I was sorry!," He threw his hands up in defense.
"Well, was it worth it?," Luke questioned.
"I- Uh- I- No?"
He threw the box of hair dye at him, along with his duffel. "Get the hell out of my house. I don't ever want to see your face again."
Ashton scrambled up, climbing off the bed quickly before pausing next to me.
"You're gonna pay for this," he whispered in my ear.
My teeth gritted as Calum grabbed him, pulling him out and leading him down the stairs.
Luke sat on the bed, head in his heads, scooting over so I could sit next to him.
"I'm sorry I pushed you," he mumbled.
"It's okay. But the good thing is he's gone now, right?"
"Yeah, but I feel so used."
"If it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't have hung out with him if he asked," Margo offered.
"It doesn't, but thanks."
"I'll go see what Calum's doing," Michael cut in, pulling Margo out with him.
Luke turned to me, tears barely rimming his eyes. My heart probably broke at that very sight. "I'm a pussy, right?"
I laughed, rubbing his back. "No, Luke. It's okay to be sad and angry about this. What Ashton did was real shitty."
He nodded. "What I don't get is why he would bring hair dye here, and why he would just leave it out, you know?"
I bit my lip nervously. "Well, Ashton is pretty stupid."
He smiled, pulling me into a hug. "Thank you, Cas. I'm glad you're my best friend."
"Me too, Lukey."
"Great. Now you ruined it."
I pulled back, hitting his shoulder softly.
We made our way down the stairs, finding Margo and Calum on the couch, cuddled up and watching tv.
"Where's Michael?," I asked.
