Is Age Really Just A Number? {L.R.H}

Skype Calls & Cheating Scandals

Briella's POV

~September 2015~

It was now two months after I left America; two months since I'd seen Luke. I missed him terribly. Things had been going pretty much the same, since I left. Skype calls here and there, text messages, phone calls. They finished up the American, and final leg of their tour a few days ago; and I guess that's where you could say things were beginning to change.
Missed Skype calls, no replies to text messages and lastly, the one thing that broke my heart.

Going on Twitter that Sunday afternoon and seeing what I saw; was not what I wanted, not in the slightest. The photos broke my heart. Luke was seen leaving some night club in LA, with some girl. I guess the missed calls and no replies all added up now. He'd been cheating on me. With this girl; by the looks of things. It was so confusing, because just last week he was telling me how excited he was to come to Melbourne to promote their new album, and to see me. Clearly that was all a lie. And so were the three little words he let slip two weeks ago.

Both Scarlett and Rach had told me to stay off Twitter and social media for the time being; that was before I looked. My curiosity got the better of me though. I had to know what the fuck was going on and why they wanted me not to look. I guess they were hoping Luke would get his act together and talk to me, to explain what the actual fuck was going on.

I wasn't going to say anything on Twitter about what I saw. I was going to give Luke a chance to explain; but one thing was for sure, if he did cheat; we were done. I didn't have time for this, I was now twenty five, and chasing after a nineteen year old boy, was not what I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing.

A lot of fans were saying, that it was probably just publicity; if that was the case then what the fuck was I? Luke and I were in a public fucking relationship. I was about to go over and see my neighbour Lex, and finally tell her what had happened. Apart from Jess and Rach, she was my closest friend. Jess was currently away with her boyfriend for the weekend, so I couldn't talk to her. She probably wouldn't even care, she constantly kept reminding me to be careful when it came to Luke. Scarlett was away too, and Rach obviously lived in Queensland.
Just as I was about to shut my laptop off, and head next door to Lex's place, I had a call come in from Skype. Luke was calling.

I honestly didn't want to answer it, but I knew I had to. I just didn't want him to break up with me over Skype, or me break up with him over it. Even if he did tell me, that he was cheating on me with this girl, Arzaylea, I'd still end it in person when he was in Melbourne over the Grand Final long weekend, for their album promo.
My laptop kept ringing, and I sat on my bed, staring at the screen.
It stopped ringing, but then it began ringing again. He obviously knew I was online, and just ignoring him. Eventually I gave in, and clicked on answer

"Hi," I said, when I saw his face displayed on the screen. He looked like shit, and that was putting it politely. He didn't say anything for a while. He just sat there staring at me, through the computer screen
"Hi," he was quiet. The word was barely audible, "how are you?"
"Are we gonna have small talk or are you gonna tell me about what I saw online today?" I asked, it was harsh, yes; but I didn't have time for his games
"Elle," he groaned, "it's not what it looks like,"
"Really?" I scoffed, "because it looks like you were leaving a club in LA, holding hands with some skank!"
"Elle..." He began again, but I cut him off
"No, Luke, you listen to me," I told him, "I come home from lunch with my grandmother, to see that my phone had all these messages from my friends telling me not too look at the Internet! What the fuck am I meant to think?" I yelled
"Can you just let me explain?" He asked
"I'm waiting," I told him
"She's a friend of Bryana's," he began, "her name's Arzaylea,"
"Yeah I figured that from what I've seen on Twitter Luke," I said rather bluntly, I knew where this was heading
"It's nothing Elle,"
"You were holding her fucking hand, and getting in to a cab!" I yelled, I honestly didn't care who heard me yelling into my computer at this point
"Can you just let me explain?" He was practically begging now
"I'm waiting,"
"She was drunk, like really drunk," he explained, "I was just helping her,"
"Well that's not what it looked like!"
"I know, babe, I know," he said, and I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't lying; but there was still something holding me back from believing him, "you have to believe me!"
"I don't know Luke," I said honestly, "you've been avoiding me all week basically, what am I supposed to believe?"
"Believe what you want Elle," he told me, "but you know I wouldn't do this," and then ended the call. I didn't know what to do, I honestly thought it would be me, ending the call, and then have him blow up my phone, until I spoke to him again; but that didn't happen. I got off my bed and walked out of my room and then out of my apartment.