"I can't fucking believe you." I slammed my fist against the door, turning away to leave. My eyes started to burn, and I could feel my heart pounding harder and harder.
"No, no Mikey it's not what you think." Luke immediately pushed away from Ashton, and ran towards Michael. He put his hand on Michael's shoulder, turning him around to face him.
"How am I supposed to fucking believe that it isn't what it looks like. You're kissing another guy, obviously you don't care about me..." I stopped for a second, Luke smelled like alcohol. It was an extremely strong and harsh scent. I looked at him and noticed that he was crying, his blue eyes seemed to be corrupted by the bloodshot look brought about by the alcohol.
"I don't care!? Last time I checked you were the one that said this would be toxic! So I see no reason for you to put yourself first in this situation. I was hurt, by what you said, and now you have the audacity to come back here and tell me to stop when you were the one that ended things?" Luke was yelling at this point, his words slurred from the liquor.
"I was just... I was just coming back to tell you that I was wrong... I don't care if you're my teacher, I want us to be something..." I said slowly. Luke grabbed my hand, bringing me inside his flat. I looked over at the other guy who was sitting down on the couch, I recognized him from one of the photos that Luke had. Ashton was his name I think?
"Hey Luke, I'm going to head out." Luke just nodded in response to Ashton's comment. Ashton looked at me. "I'm sorry about what you saw, I promise Luke and I are just friends. Could you just watch him and make sure he doesn't do anything rash?"
"Yeah no problem." I said, and with that Ashton was on his way. Now it was just Luke and I.
There was a solid five minutes where neither of us talked. He was too busy looking off into nowhere, a drink still in his hand. I took it from him and placed it on the table. He looked over at me, his eyes examining my face.
"What's up?" I asked him. He blinked and licked his lips, before turning away from me.
"I was sad, when you broke it off with me. I had a friend over, got drunk, and made out with that friend. Then you came back." He tapped his finger on the table, I looked at him confused at what he was trying to say, "I wanted you to come back. I was hoping you would. Obviously you chose the worst time possible, but you came back. I'm really happy you did." He looked at me again, and his eyes seemed to sparkle. I couldn't even believe I did this to him. I was the reason for this. This guy who came to my house once a week to teach me how to play some songs, was drunk and whipped for me. I think I could say I was whipped for him too, but it just scared me that Luke had gone that far, even when we weren't that serious.
"I'm.. I'm glad I came back too." I said softly, Luke leaned down, putting his head on my chest. I put my arm around him, and started playing with his hair. "Promise me you'll stop drinking okay?"
"Promise." He mumbled. He passed out after that, I continued playing with his hair. Honestly I think I would miss the scent of booze mixed with the slight minty cologne he wears. But we all have to make sacrifices, right?
