For a few days now Luke has been trying to get in contact with me. I don't know why he was being so persistent about it, I mean surely he could have slept with multiple girls by now but he chose to keep annoying me. Maybe he did mean what he said about liking me...Nah, probably not. He's Luke Hemmings, the fuckboy of the century. He didn't just simply fall for someone like me, or like anyone for that matter. He set out for one thing and one thing only; sex.
I ended up blocking his phone number as he keeps trying to ring me during school which Mr. Satan aka my chem teacher doesn't like. I accidentally missed another of his lessons and that resulted in him phoning my parents, who are in France at the moment if you cared to know, and now they are coming home early to give me the talk about school, future, choices...you know, the conversation every teenager tries to avoid? So until then, I have one day to live my life before they come home and ground me for god knows how long.
What to do...
Since I was getting the talk anyway, I phoned in school sick and took the day off. I needed it to be honest, I am exhausted from all of the ignoring Luke I had been doing recently. Ignoring someone you really want to talk to actually takes a lot out of a person.
Of course I would never tell him I wanted to talk to him because that would make him think I liked him. I did like him. But I didn't want him to know I liked him. Do you understand?
Anyway, it was around half seven in the evening when I went to town to watch a film at the pictures. No idea what film I was going to see, but I knew I wanted to see something. I ended up watching the longest, most boring film I had ever seen in my life. I wasted two hours of my life in that stuffy room with an annoying group of people who didn't shut up in front of me. Plus I wasn't even allowed to go on my phone. It was basically hell.
I decided to take the long way home as I really didn't want to be at home by myself that night; I wanted to be out...by myself that night. What a mistake that was.
Here's why.
About an hour after driving I happened to be stopped by a large group of photographers blocking the road. I got out to see what all the fuss was about, only to see a drunk guy on the floor. It hit me all at once; this was Luke...and the guys were paparazzi.
I felt like it was my responsibility to help Luke as he clearly was in no state to help himself, so I pushed to the front of the paparazzi, covering my face of course. I've watched enough TV to know that that is what to do when you're with someone you don't want to be seen with. I could imagine Luke wouldn't be too happy if it was in the papers that some chick was helping him into her car when he was drunk.
So, I grabbed the tall drunk off of the floor and pulled him away from everyone. Of course they followed, but thankfully they didn't approach my car. After Luke was safely strapped into the back seat, I hopped in and drove home.
It took about twenty minutes to get back to my house and I'm happy to say Luke didn't throw up once. It was such a shame to see him like this, I mean he was young and had no reason to get this drunk. This wasn't the common 'night out with the lads' kind of drunk, this was the 'drowning away my sorrows' kind of drunk. Trust me, with parents like mine, I've seen my fair share of drunk people to be able to know the difference. After arriving home, I pulled Luke out of my car, his arms wrapping lightly around my waist for support.
Damn it Sarah, he doesn't mean anything by it.
I didn't really know what to do with him after getting him into the guest room, so I kind of just placed him on the bed and left him there. What do you do with a 10ft tall drunk guy? I thought he could use a glass of water and probably something to eat, right? I hope toast will do the trick because its all I can cook to be honest...
"Hey Luke, drink this" I said, passing him the glass if water. I didn't know if he would be hungry right now so I placed the toast on the beside the bed.
"My head hurts" I could tell he was starting to sober up, not by much though.
"Why did you drink so much?"
He looked at me, blushed and then looked away. Completely ignoring my question. I knew something was up and I was going to keep asking until I got an answer.
"I know you heard me"
"Luke!" I shouted, causing him to wince in pain...oops.
"Jesus Sarah, if you had to know why, it's because I missed you! I don't like how much I like you. It scares me because I know you don't feel the same"
Bless his heart.
"Luke you shouldn't have drank this much...why didn't you just tell me this?"
"You didn't answer me when I phoned"
"So why didn't you come down here?"
He didn't answer. I could tell he didn't think of that by the way his face turned as red as his band mates hair.
"Why don't you like me?"
It's not that I don't like him...I just don't want to be used. I didn't really know how to answer this...
"Okay, here's the deal...You go to sleep now and stay asleep, we will go on a date tomorrow night, anywhere you want. Is it a deal?"
His face lit up with the thought of him getting a chance to make me like him.
"It's a deal" He smiled so wide.
I was about to leave the room to go to bed myself when I felt his arms on my waist, pulling me back down on the bed. Before I could object, he had pulled me onto his chest and was holding onto me so tightly but he was also really caring and gentle.
What the hell, right? I may as well just stay here...
So I did.
