Trust Me, I'm Different.

Chapter 4-Night Club

***Skye's POV***

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"Luke! Luke!" I giggled, running towards my brother, his eyes snap to mine and a large grin is placed on his face.

"Little sis! What you doing here?" He says, I smile and hug him tightly

"I missed you big bro," I mumble into his chest. He nods,

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend." He says, nodding behind me, I raise an eyebrow, turning around, Thom stands there, his brows furrowed,

"Oh! Luke, this is Thom, Thom, this is Luke. Luke, Thom is my friend, and Thom, Luke is my big brother."

"Hi, Thom. Haven't seen you with Skye before, how long have you been friends?"

"Since school started."

"Well." Luke takes a menacing step closer.

"If you hurt her, I will personally castrate you, then, I will murder you. So, protect her, and never give up on her. Ye get me?"

Thom smirks, and with a nod Luke relaxes, even though Luke is about four years older than Thom, there both the same height, and Thom doesn't seem to really be intimidated.

Funnily enough...

"So...what are you weirdo's doing here anyway?"

"We bunked. And now, I want to party bitches!" I put my fist up in the air.

"Okay, Thom, your the designated driver!"

"Don't worry cooky dough, I don't drink." He snarls, but its not directed at me, it seems to be directed at his thoughts,
Maybe the badboy had a past...

"Are you Okay?" I ask, worry evident in my voice.

His eyes catch mine and they soften.

"Yeah, yeah. I-Im fine."

"You can talk to me, if you want to."

"Thanks cooky dough." He smiles.

I grin. "Its okay."

"Wanna dance?" I smile at this. Nodding my head, we make our way over to the large dance floor.

The song 'don't stop' by 5sos blasted through the speakers.

We basically did what you normally do, dance with your hand to your ear, moving your hips, jumping up and down, singing along, basically everything you do at a party.

And I wouldn't have chosen anybody else to be the one with me.

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"Hello?" The phone picked up, I smirked to myself.

"Jace..." I drawled.

"Hey Skye, Whatsup?"

"Oh nothing. I was just wondering when you'd tell me that YOU ASKED SAM OUT." I screamed the last part.

"Jesus, woman. Calm your fudge balls. Gosh."

"Jace! You could have at least told your best friend. Who has been Shipping Jame for...a while!"

"Its obvious your infatuated by her. Like seriously. And its obvious that she is to!"

"How did you find out?"

"Sam. Ya bum face." Yes people. I'm just that mature.

"S-she told you! What did she say? Did she say she wanted to? Did she say she was excited? Did she say she didn't want to? Di"-"JACE! SHUT UP!" I screech. The other line goes silent, as I sigh.

"She said nothing. She was just letting me know, and she also asked for my fashion advice, because I'm an amazing person, obviously."

"Aw man!" He whines. I chuckle. "Okay dimwit. Now, why didn't you tell me?" I ask sternly.

The other line goes silent.

"B-be-because...I-I...I'm in love with her..." He mumbles.

Aw shit.

If this girl brakes his heart I will fucking murder her.

"WHAT?! MY BEST FRIEND, JASON TAYLOR IS IN LOVE WITH SAMANTHA LOCKHEART?! OH MY GOD. THE NONEXISTENT GODS MUST BE IN A REALLY GOOD NONEXISTENT MOOD!" I scream into the phone.

He chuckles, "yeah, but...what if she doesn't like me? Let alone love me." I sigh.

"Hon, love is very painful, it can brake you down, but of can also be bliss, and its in Sam's hands right now, to choose. You can't force someone to love you, even if you love them more than anything in the world. If you truly love someone, you would want them to be happy. Even if you have to live in agony."

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