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N I N E T E E N

"This is the last time I'm asking you this, put my name on the top of your list. This is the last time I'm asking you are, you break my heart in the blink of an eye,"

- The Last Time; Taylor Swift feat. Gary Lightbody

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L U K E

"Is it true? You and Arthur?" Dana asked, gasped.
I looked up and stared at Dana. What is she talking about? Then I looked at Elle.

"Ellie?" Chloe called.

"Elizabeth!" Dana snapped.

Elle blinked and gulped. She looked at Arthur and she was looking at me too. Then, Serena came in the cafeteria and walked towards me but I'm still looking at Elle. She sat on my lap and kissed me on cheek and lips.

Fuck. What is she doing? Elle closed her eyes and said one word that bleeds me to the core.

"Yes."

She stood up from her chair and walked out from the cafeteria without looking at me anymore. Impossible. I know it wasn't true. She can't be together with Arthur. Arthur stood up from his chair to stop Elle but she walked past him. Then, Arthur followed her back. I wanted to chase after Elle and ran out from the cafeteria. I wanted to call out Elle's name but then an arm pulled me out. I cursed and turned to the owner of the arm. It was Serena.

"What?" I snapped.

"Do you know that I'm pissing off right now?" she asked.

"She is my fucking best friend!"

"She is just your best friend! I'm your girlfriend Luke! You're all about Ellie, Ellie, and Ellie! I'm tired okay!"

"Don't call me Luke. Elle is the only person who can call me Luke. Not you! What's your problem?" I snapped.

"What's my problem? Day and night, you're all about Ellie twenty four seven. We both seriously look like a pair of fucked ups. So what do you want to do? She is Arthur's girlfriend now. She admitted it herself," she said, evilly smirked.

"It is none of your fucking business Serena. That's exactly what we are. We're over," I said.

"No, we are over. Go and claim her as yours and you know it will be impossible as fuck, Lucas. She is someone else's. You're just a little too late," she said, shrugged and walked away.

"No," I whispered.

"No!"

I shouted and kicked one of the lockers. Mr. Sherwood walked out from his room and looked at me.

"Mr. Hemsworth! My room. Now!" he said in a stern voice.

Fuck.

"I know what are you angry about, Mr. Hemsworth and kicking Miss Lloyd's locker doesn't fix anything. A detention class after school for three hours," he said.