You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

I'm Going To Slap These Boys - Chapter Five

Mia's POV.

I walked away from Michael, leaving him to chat up some girls, and started my search for Luke. It may seem a little obsessive to want to find him but all I want to do is see what he's like and if dating him would be worth potentially getting my heart broken.

Michael had just warned me that Luke had never had a girlfriend and in the back of my mind I was worried that this statement will last for a while and he won't even ask me out. To him, I could just been seen as someone he wants to have sex with and nothing more. And that thought scared me more than most.

I made my way into the kitchen, letting my eyes wonder across the dancing bodies, grinding on one another and doing body shots. I grimaced when I spotted a guy with his hand down the front of a girls jeans and averted my eyes.

Luke was tall, way over six foot, so I knew it wouldn't be hard to spot him in the crowd. A quick sweep across the room allowed me to realise that he was not in here. Next door to this room was a game room filled with random game consoles and ping pong machines, but no Luke. I huffed in annoyance and moved further into the building to see if I could finally find him.

There were two rooms that were locked, but due to the sign that was on the door, I knew they were study rooms. I guess they didn't want people to destroy all the things they need to actually make it through University. Yes, most people just get drunk every night and recover all day, but some do actually study.

I moved onto the other room downstairs, which was the only room I hadn't checked yet, but there was only a few people in there. They were just a selected few that obviously didn't want to be apart of the party, opting for a quieter part of the building.

Knowing Luke was defiantly not downstairs, I decided to try the second floor and hope he hadn't left already. On my way, I bumped into Calum, who was making out with a girl by the front door, but he was too indulged to notice me so I continued my route upstairs instead.

When I finally made it upstairs, I checked the bathroom first, to which I found a girl throwing up into the toilet, how lovely?

I felt my stomach twist in anticipation, wondering what on Earth he could be doing up here. I could only imagine what but if Michael said he thought I was hot, then surly he would want to try and hook up with me rather than a random girl. Then again, there are plenty of better looking girls at this party than me.

I started to check each room, there was about ten of them. The first three where occupied by horny students whereas the next six were empty, although they looked like they had had someone in there previously with all the crumpled sheets and cups on the floor.

I was just about to check in the last room to see if Luke was in there. However, I didn't need to as the door swung open to reveal a petite girl with long red hair, that just so happened to be slightly messy. Her red lipstick looked a bit smudged and he dress was a bit untidy. I'm no expert, but I would say she had just had sex.

"Oops sorry." The girl apologized. Her eyes were wide with fear and her face read guilt all over it. She swiftly walked past me, her heals held in her hand, and rushed into the bathroom, presumably to fix her make-up.

I peaked my head inside just to double check that she wasn't with Luke, and I felt my stomach drop when I spotted him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed puting his shirt back on. I could see the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he tugged it over his head and down his torso. I watched as he sat there for a couple of minutes; head in his hands and the occasional sigh leaving his lips. I panicked when he stood up.

I quickly turned on my heels so he didn't see me and ran as quick as I could down the stairs, ready to find Michael and tell him he's a liar.

I found him in the kitchen talking to some random guys, clearly having had a lot more alcohol than when I last saw him.