Remember: Completed

Twelve: alone

Reminder: flashbacks / memories are in italics

Warning: possible triggering. Was one of the warnings I listed earlier.

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Luke stared at Michael, wondering if he should still be mad that he didn't want to leave when he wanted to. He frowned and Michael weakly smiled again, with another shrug.  instead of saying anything he reached forward to poke Lukes forehead again; sending him back into the memory.

Luke forced his way through the crowd, trying to get to Michael; who was at the end of the beer pong table, throwing a ball.

Just as Luke got to Michael, the ball landed into a cup making michael and a few others cheer. "Oh my god! I got another one!"

"Let's go." Demanded Luke, making Michael turn slightly away from the table. "But-but, if I win I advance!" Pleaded Michael, pointing to the table just as the guy he was going against tossed the ball, missing the cups. 

"You said we could go after I drank the water." Luke said, starting to sound angry. Michael picked up the ball, looking at Luke, "well, what did you do? Chug it?" He asked sounding slightly concerned and annoyed.

Luke yanked the ball out from Michaels hand and threw it. The guy from across the table pointed at the ball bouncing away and shouted, "counts! That counts!"

"Hey! What the hell Luke?" Angrily snapped Michael. "I pulled a lot of strings to get you into this college party. And what do you do? You chuck my balls." He pointed toward the white ball across the room with a frown.

"Look, we don't belong here." Luke started to say, but the annoyed Michael spoke up. "No, Luke, you don't belong here. With your holier-than-thou, patron saint of fun-suck, ivy league attitude. "

Lukes mouth parted slightly as he listened to Michael, he furrowed his brows then pursed his lips together, looking wounded but trying to badly hide it. "You're right. I don't."

Michael sighed closing his eyes while shaking his head," okay, that came out wrong. I didn't mean it.." Luke shook his head taking a few steps back, "no!" He said loudly. " I know what you meant."

Luke glared at Michael, taking a cup off the table. He spun around and marched off. "Luke.." Michael said with a sigh, watching him storm off.

"Hey! Can I get a re-rack?" Asked the other guy, pointing at the empty spot that the cup was once in. "Are you serious?" Snapped Michael.

Luke stumbled back into the living room, noticing there were less people this time. He stood there, swaying, as he looked around chewing on his lower lip.

He spotted Jackson in the far corner, drinking from his cup as he leaned against the wall looking bored.

Luke noticed Jackson hadn't spotted him yet, so he went to go toward him. Finding it difficult to walk straight he glanced down at his own legs briefly before looking back at Jackson, only to stop moving.

Brooke had her arm around jacksons shoulder as she whispered something in his ear. She grinned looking up, making eye contact with Luke. She grabbed jackson by the collar of the shirt and lead him out the near by door.

Luke gasped then glared, "that bitch!" He hissed between clenched teeth. He stomped his foot in anger, he wanted Jackson. He deserved Jackson! Not she-bitch.

All Luke could think of as he made his way up the stairs was that she needed to pay for being a bitch, and for taking Jackson away. He had to find a way to make her pay.