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Chapter 6

Luke

Three days passed, and I'd been distracting myself from the pain by going to a ton of nightclubs. It was douchey of me to leave the cancelling of shows down to the others, but I seriously wasn't in any state to work. I'd been wasted every single day, waking up outside bars and throwing up down drains. My phone had run out of battery, I only had ten pounds left in my wallet, and I missed Calum so bad.

It was nearly eight pm, so I headed down to the nearest club. From down the street, I could already hear the pounding of awful club music; a repetitive beat and electric sounds. It almost made me miss the strumming of an acoustic guitar, and the rough sound that came out of my pink speakers from long ago. Oz days had never felt so far away.

I queued up and already, a couple of girls headed my way asking for numbers. "Sorry, my phone's out of battery and I have a shit memory." They shrugged and all four of them wrote their own numbers and names on the back of my hand with smudgy eyeliner before dragging me into the club. I gulped, but went along with it.

No matter how many times I entered one of these buildings, the noise never failed to surprise me. All around me, people were dancing - be it air thrusting, flingy arms in the air, and even body rubbing. I was taken straight to the bar where drinks were bought. "So what's your name?" the brunette girl with a very revealing dress and an American accent asked.

"Luke."

She smiled. "That's cute. Are you Australian?"

"Yeah."

"Oh cool. I'm Arrie. How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Serious? You look thirty! I'm twenty."

I nodded awkwardly as her other friends picked up their drinks. A blonde one, stood very close to me and whispered in my ear 'are you single?' to which I replied 'yes and no'.

Well, I was technically single but I was still reserved for Calum, when and if he ever remembered me. There was an ounce of hope left in me that he meant what he said that night, that he liked me too. It felt so far away, a memory long lost, locked away in a trunk hidden deep in my heart.

"Whaddya mean yes and no? Are you single or not?"

"It's not as simple as that."

Things were getting a little uncomfortable, as once all four of them found out that I was just eighteen, they couldn't stop awing at everything I said, and stroking my hair.

"I'm going to the toilet," I quickly said, leaving my drink on the bar top and hurrying off to the men's. Inside, a guy-guy couple were making out by the sink, making my heart ache for Calum and I to do that one day. They got a bit creeped out when they saw me staring, but didn't stop with the clothes grabbing and mouth eating. I went into a cubicle and locked the door, putting the toilet lid down and sitting on top.

I began to think very deeply about what I was doing.

I was getting wasted in a bar in the middle of nowhere, with hardly any cash and a dead battery in my phone. No one was able to contact me, nor were they able to find me. I felt so goddamn invisible, so goddamn melancholic that I began to lightly tap my head against the cubicle walls.

After a while, I realised how pointless doing that was. Angrily I got up and unlocked the door, storming out to the four girls. My glass was still there, and they offered it to me with mischievous smiles. I downed it, winced at the fiery tingle, then collapsed.