LOVE DIARY; LH

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CARMENS POV

I woke up to the smell of lukes sweatshirt, making my heart race, but then drop, remembering last night. last night. Shit. What time is it anyways? I rolled over and checked my phone's notifications:

11:08 am
Luke: Thought I'd let you sleep in, Hannah will be over later, she can make you breakfast if you want.

why the fuck would he think I want breakfast?

11:38 am
Luke: I'm gonna be out today, probably coming home around 12 am ish.

whatchya doing out that late? gotta hit them girls up at the club again? smh, white boy.

Now it's 2:00. Great. I sighed and got out of bed. I aint makin my bed, who does that anymore? I searched my closet and got work out shorts and a black t-shirt. My hairs a wavy mess but who do I have to impress? Luke? Some old under payed gag? lmao, sike.

I went in the bathroom and put concealer on, no eyeliner or anything. Seriously makeup is so overrated. Girls think that if you cake up your face then you're beautiful. Not me, gotta blast! Luke probably likes girls with fake bleach blond hair, freakin neon blue eyeshadow, hoop earrings, all that fake shit. Now I mean I'm not dissing girls who do that -you do you hun- but just so you know that's not you, and making makeup decisions and clothing decisions for boys won't get you anything except layed, broke, raped, or all of the above.

Leaving that conversation with myself, I skipped down the stairs. literally. I tripped and fell. Jesus, fuck. that's gonna leave a bruise. I could fall off a couch and have a bruise, I get them easily, unlike my men. AYEEE HAHAHA I hatE myself, sigh.

"Hannah?" I yell out into the empty house, no response as usual. That bitch hates me I swear. I feel lonely in this place and I don't need that, 1. because I feel lonely as is, 2. I've only been here a day. Time to explore again.

Okay so, when you walk into the house there's this long kinda hallway but on the right side there's a carpeted staircase (the one I just fell down, yes.)
On the left side there's some paintings and then a big door opening thing to the living room. Ah, the living room- I haven't been in there.
I walked through the empty doorway to see soft, brown couches lining the walls. A big moveable flatscreen was hung on the fireplace, of course with a fire in it. He's so stupid I swear to god, that could burn his whole house down. He's trying to kill me. Then there are little glass coffee tables with wood framing them, and the big glass stained windows letting light in. A warm glow of lights are hanging from the ceiling with a white carpet. It was now 3:17 and I was completely alone, surrounded by highly comfy couches and tons of video games, you know where this is going.

LUKES POV, 9:40 PM

I should be heading home, checking on Carmen, but I'm not. I'm heading over to a party. Well, my friend, work mate, whatever you wanna call him, is having a party. Basically this girl that I used to um.. take 'care' of is going to be there, let's just say it's been a while and I'm quite lonely. I need to distract myself from Carmen, she's already too much of a weight on my shoulders with all this back talk and not eating bullshit. I'm supposed to only be using her for sex, not her therapist. Just thinking about her gives me a headache. I need girls who throw themselves at me and then I give them what we both want, and not talk to them for a couple months. Now this girl that I'm going to see, Ally, is quite the hottie. Her long blonde hair, skinny body and brown eyes. She's gorgeous and is such a fucking tease, hey so is Carmen. Stop it luke, stop thinking about Carmen! ugh.  Anyways yeah we kinda have a thing but only when we both want to, and when I mean both of us, I mean me. She's such a non dominant it makes it all the easier. I could just snap my fingers and she'd be dripping, I'm luke Hemmings, I can get whoever I want. Except for Carmen! Shut the fuck up, I don't want her? I- I don't want her. I don't want those soft pale lips and that long wavy dark hair that I would love to run my hands through while-