Remmington's School for Troubled Teens

Stomach It

The photo above is of Clay Mattson, portrayed by Harry Styles. Scarlett refers to him as "Brownie Boy."

Also, if the chapters are titled it means that there is a song to go with it. This chapter is titled Stomach It, a song by Crywolf ft. EDEN.

Luke's POV

I don't know how long Scarlett and I sat there. Breathing in sync. Wrapped in each others comforting holds. With Scarlett curled up in my lap with her arms around me and her head on my chest. With my arms snaked tightly around her and my chin on her head, running my fingers through her hair.

"Luke?" She spoke innocently in a hoarse voice from crying.

"Yes, love?" I placed a kiss on the top of her head, as she began fiddling with my shirt.

"I'm sorry that I hit you...And kicked you...And slammed you foot in my door...And broke your car window. I really am sorry, Luke." A small laugh escaped my lips and she then buried her face in my chest, her embarrassment getting the best of her.

I then pulled her away from my chest and put my finger under her chin, staring into her soft brown eyes, now filled with worry.

"Baby girl. It's okay. I'm sorry too, little Scary. I'm sorry that I yelled at you, I'm sorry that I pushed you against the wall, and I'm sorry that I pinned you down. I didn't mean to scare you like that." I wrapped her back in a tight hug and she squeezed right back. 

"We should probably go now, I need to see my classes and I want to go home." Then she stood up and grabbed bag. A chill replaced where she once sat, vulnerable against me.

"Let's just forget this ever happened. Kay?" And those words were enough to shatter my heart into a million pieces.

She wanted to forget this happened?! She wanted to forget about how both of us, wounded and broken people, found solace in each other?! Did she even find solace in me? Did she get the feeling I got in my stomach when we hugged or touched? Was she as terrified as I was to have this feeling constantly hanging over my head, not knowing what it was and fearing the way it manipulates me? Did it shatter her too, to say those words? 

"Are you just going to stand there missing me or are you going to move on? We've got shit to do." And just like that, I flipped on my cockiness.

"Don't you get tired of putting makeup on two faces everyday?" I retorted, standing up and walking over to her.

"Aw. It's so funny when you talk about things you don't understand. I don't even wear makeup, nor do I own any. But if I did, I'd give you some because lord knows you need it more than I do." 

Game on.

***

After I so graciously showed Scarlett all of her classes while we fought the whole time, we got on a golf cart home. And fought the whole time. 

We entered the house and I slammed the door behind me. Scarlett was working my last damn nerve.

"Jesus, Luke, stop calling  yourself hot. The only thing you can turn on is a microwave!!" 

"That's not what Vicky was saying when I was pounding into her tight pus-!!"

"Oh, please! It wasn't tight! It was probably like trying to shove your dick into a crater on mars!! Newsflash! You can't! It's too wide!" She was becoming extremely flustered. She was flailing her hands everywhere and her cheeks were becoming a cute shade of pink.

I just used the word cute. Gross. What the fuck is this girl doing to me?

"Then why don't I pound into yours then?" I stepped closer to her, our noses almost touching. Scarlett froze for a second, and then started screaming like a lunatic.