Love☠Hate//lrh

One

Screams were heard all around, and I wanted to shoot myself.

This was not how an 18-year-old girl should spend her Friday night.

"Jas! I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" I yelled, looking at her dancing figure, the whole place lit up.

"Okay, Rose!" She said, barely paying any attention to a word I had said.

Jasmine was so invested in the music, the flashing lights and colors swirling all around. She had always been that way.

She was only 14, but still managed to draw more people in that I had ever been able to. She was beautiful, and even though she was my younger sister, she still had more hearts after her than me.

But I'd just laugh and tell her that I knew she would too, even though he was about 6 years older than her, and it'd be completely illegal for her to have any relationship with him.

I had always told myself that having a relationship with a famous person would never be a good idea, just because they have so many fans who would hate you for no reason and they would have to travel. You'd never see them anyway.

But something about the flashing colors and blinding lights always intrigued me.

I walked to the bathroom, eyebrows furrowed in thought, when I ran into a brick wall.

"Watch where you're going," a harsh voice snapped, a thick Australian accent present.

I looked up, realizing that the 'brick wall' was not actually a brick wall, but a very tall, blonde guy, who currently looked sweaty and angry.

And hot. He was definitely hot.

"Watch your attitude," I replied snarkily.

I wasn't going to let some cocky, blonde asshole push me around, no matter how tall or attractive he might be. I was living for me, not someone else's approval.

I didn't need it, I never did.

"Do you know who I am?" He answered, blue eyes glinting with anger.

He was wearing a Nirvana shirt, black skinny jeans with holes in the knees and black Vans. He also had a black lip ring, and that made him hotter. I approved of everything except the personality.

"Nope. Care to enlighten me?" I deadpanned, leaning against the wall.

I wasn't even sure where I was. I could see that the bathroom might've been a few yards away, but with this guy in my way, I'd never get there.

He stood there, glaring at me as I leaned against the wall, an amused expression painted on my face.

He wasn't fooling anybody.

"This is my god damn concert, sweetheart. I'm kind of a big deal," he scoffed, and I laughed bitterly.

So this was Luke Hemmings.

Jasmine had always talked about him and how he had spiraled out of control after some girl broke his heart. He started drinking more, smoked too, and turned into an internationally-known asshole pop star, joining half of the population of famous people.

His acts of ignorance weren't exactly on the DL, everybody knew. Magazine articles were dedicated to him just about every week. Apparently his band mates were a lot nicer, and they worried about him a lot. One thing about Luke that I could never understand was that he was never mean to his fans, just the media, haters, the press, paparazzi, and the countless girls he'd shared one-night stands with.

He probably found the skanks at some bar, either thinking that they wouldn't care about being used because he was famous, or they just wouldn't remember.