Skinny

Chapter Eight

I pull into the apartment parking lot, and notice that my spot has been taken by a Prius. Ugh, only Luke would live somewhere where people drive a Prius. After pulling into the spot next to the car, I grab my purse and keys from the truck and begin making my way towards Luke's place. Before I reach for the door, it swings open and there Aria is, looking at me like she owns the place or something. I open my mouth to tell her to get the hell out of my way when Luke appears behind her, a sad almost apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry," he mouths over Aria's shoulder and shrugs. I nod before reaching around her and setting my purse on the table next to the door. She really needs to leave now. After walking inside, I set my keys on the key rack in the kitchen and make my way to the bed room. I really need out of this stupid dress and sandals. Maybe trying to look pretty wasn't the best idea ever because my feet are killing me already. I sit on the egde of the bed, and unbuckle them before getting back up and sliding my dress off. Aria's voice carries down the hallway into the room and I hear her and Luke arguing about something that has to do with where her car is parked and where mine is. I can't help but giggle. That Prius must be hers. How did I not think of that? I hear a door slam and footsteps heading toward the bedroom. I quickly rummage through my bag and pull on a TShirt from the local cafe, socks, and a black pair of soffee shorts. Right as I pulled the shirt over my head Luke barges in the room, walks over to me and grabs my face in his hands press in his lips against mine. Shocked and still very pissed off from what just happened today, I pull away quickly. "What the fuck was that about? You said she just wanted to check on me. I didn't think she'd still be here! I can't believe you. You made a fool out of me. I'll get a room tonight," I yell at him. He looks at me solemnly, almost as if the news makes him upset but I know better. It's all just a game; all of this is. I was nothing but a piece of meat to Liam and I should have known that's all I would be to Luke as well. After all, hadn't I been through this before with him? It's always someone else before me. Whether it's Aria, or Michelle, or whoever it'll be when he leaves for New York in a couple months. The worst part is, after all the jerks I have had to deal with in my life, I never thought Luke would be in that category with them. He started out so nice. I remember everything about the first time we met. Sure, I had to lie to my parents about where I was really going that week. As if I was really going to spend a whole week with a friend I barely knew. I mean, shame on them for even believing that. There was just something about Luke that mad my knees weak from the moment I laid eyes on him. Everything he did started a fire in me. His smile, his eyes, the way he knew almost every fact about me that my family didn't even know. He knew how I liked my coffee, that I always had to sleep on the side of the bed against the wall because it made me feel safe and protected, and my complete schedule of when I smoke a ciggerete. After years of not being good enough I left. I suddenly felt a twinge of home sickness. I missed Liam in that moment. Sure he wasn't the best man ever but he knew me too. I went around the room packing my stuff back in my bag and headed towards the door. "Maci, please do not leave. You can sleep on the couch if you want but do not leave tonight." I shook my head and answered, "I'm sorry Luke but I'm not supposed to be here. Liam needs me and I need him. This was a mistake." Luke grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. "At least let me kiss you goodbye. I need got to do that the first time and I don't want to miss out on ankthee chance." Before I can answer, his lips are mine and I'm being pushed against the wall. Hands are knotted in my hair and I can't breathe he's kissing me so hard. I tried to fight it, I promise I did but his lips are intoxicating and I find myself sinking deeper and deeper in his arms till I fully let go. Maybe just one more night, I think to myself. As if one more night will be enough.