As I was being pulled up, I slammed into the wall on the same hip, and the alcohol wasn't helping. Gasping for air, I was thrown, and then I was upside down being carried on someones shoulder.
The person in all black placed me down on the grass, and I instantly laid down.
Walking away from my direction was a tall, broad shouldered silhouette. He was taking large steps then suddenly out of my vision path. My eyes fluttered shut.
Who was that person? Why does he feel like someone I used to know? How did he find me?
All I could do was question myself.
Why would they leave a drunk unstable girl in the middle of the lawn? Was it me who caused Michael to fall? Michael. MICHAEL!
Sitting up as fast as I could I winced. My hands floating up to my pounding head, then down to my right bruised aching hip. I roll my head back and stumble up trying to get into the house.
I walked into another tall man. But this time I recognized the body figure, it was the same familiar guy who grabbed me and placed me on the lawn.
Guiding me to the grass he helped me sit down again.
"Uh Michael, I have to help Michael" I managed to get out.
"Sit down, you're not going anywhere, espically not to see that douchebag." He said forcefully.
Why was he saying that about Michael? Calling him that? I kept thinking.
"Wa-wait who even are you?" I slurred my words from talking so fast.
"Some dude who just saved your ass. Now stop being a bitch and shut up okay?" He spat.
"Well I mean.. okay.." I gave up, I didn't want him to say anymore rude or hurtful things, I wasnt feeling the best anyway.
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I awoke in someone's bed, which sure as hell wasnt mine. It smelt like cologne and clean laundry. I sat up and felt like a disaster. Memories floating back from last night leaving me exhausted.
Moving around wanting to get up, I felt something cold and wet. It was a pack of peas lying on my right hip where I must have hit it last night. I have never been so happy to see a bag of peas in my life.
I felt nervous and uncomfortable, I didn't know where I was. I could tell it was a guys room. Calums room? Or a spare one?
My head ached but I wanted to find our where I was and find Abby. Shit. Shit shit shit Abby. No wait! I remembered she was with Calum and he would have taken care of her.
Opening the door of the room I was in it squeezed and I cringed. I trief my best to be quiet but its a little hard with a pounding headache and weak hip. I bump into someone, having it startle me as I trip.
A familiar grip grasps around my hips and I gasp as I once again am saved by a guy whos name I do not know.
"My god cant you just stay in one place and not manage to fall?" He said rudely.
"I was just trying to find out where I am" I said quickly and quietly shrinking in embarrassment.
"My house, and that was my room. Your welcome." He said strongly.
"Thanks uh and sorry I didn't catch your name" I said shyly.
"Luke." He turned around and started making his way down the staires looking at me and smirking. Leaving me alone half naked.
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Give It Time (BadBoy Luke Fanfic)
Teen FictionJensen Beattie is 17, awkward, and underaged. That is until one drunken night she finally meets up with one of the cutest guys in school, and they are inseparable until one shit head decides to screw it all up and change her mind.