Sex Lessons | L.H

17. Catch 22

A.N// read the author's note at the end!!
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Katherine was one of them, and when the guy turned around, I saw that it was Thomas.
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Luke's POV

I felt all of the air being sucked out of my lungs. I stood frozen in the doorway, and it was long before Kate realized I was standing there. We made direct eye contact.

I felt my heart being ripped in two, and I knew I had to leave. I turned around and ran down the hall, moving myself just as fast down the stairs. I bumped into some people on my way out of the house.

"Hey, man! Watch where you're going!" they yelled. I didn't care.

I saw Calum, Michael, and Ashton on my way out, and they followed me outside to my car. They wouldn't let me get in.

"Luke, what the hell?" Michael said as soon as he noticed my face.

"Dude, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost," Ashton added.

"Luke, seriously," Calum said in a stern tone.

"I-Kate. Thomas. Bed. Upstairs. I can't breathe," I managed to get out. Calum and Ashton's face twisted.

"What?" they said simultaneously.

"I just saw them in a bed upstairs making out. I-I can't breathe," I explained. I didn't know I was crying until Michael pointed it out.

"Luke, you're crying. Why are you crying?"

"I-My heart is breaking," I cried. "You guys, I can't breathe." My chest felt like it was closing in on itself. I felt like I was suffocating, even though the air outside was pretty fresh.

I bent over and put my hands on my knees, no longer having the strength to stand up straight. I choked out some sobs, before I fell over, my vision going up in all black.
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Kate's POV

We made out on the bed for a while, and I was assuming it was his. I didn't really want to have sex with him, but somehow, we were both out of our tops. His lips felt strange.

A jingling on the door made me stop in my tracks, but the mystery guy didn't. His lips went down to my neck, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. The door swung open, and my eyes met with Luke's.

He stood frozen in the doorway, and I desperately wanted to say something, but he turned and ran. I sat up quickly, and I tried to get off the bed.

"What're you doing? Where are you going?" the guy asked. He was seriously clueless. It was almost hilarious.

"I'm going after him," I said in a clipped tone.

"Why?"

"Because, I-it's none of your business," I said looking him straight in the eyes. Those eyes. They could only belong to one person I knew. Thomas.

"Thomas?" I couldn't believe I didn't recognized him before. I'm such an idiot.

"That's right, beautiful. It took you long enough," he said in menacingly. I glared at him.

"Why would you do something like this?" I questioned, eyes full of regret. I felt so bad, and I ultimately felt like a failure.

"You were vulnerable, and I was horny. Perfect mix right?" He explained smirking. He was making me angry.

"No!" I screaming grabbing my own shirt, not the black one he gave me. "You're sick!" I shouted, and I sealed it with a hard slap in the face.

He grabbed his cheek, which was turning more red by the second, and I walked out after quickly putting my shirt on.