He Was P(L)uke

4

I smoothed out my dress, making the small crinkles run down my legs. I sat alone, with a cat besides my seat. I sure looked crazy.

"Hey there, lil' buddy." I said petting the cat. Meanwhile, Stacy came over to me, scaring the little white furred friend I had just met.

"Charlie, it's time! The bride is going to throw her flower bouquet."

"Cool." I replied, rolling my eyes.

She groaned. "Oh, come on! You might as well just stand up for once. You haven't even danced since we got here."

"Shut up, Stacy! I have danced, and my feet hurt." Gentle lies she always seemed to notice.

I chuckled, watching her roll her eyes. "Same old lie. Stand up! I haven't seen you smile that much!"

"Yikes, Stacy." The bride approached us slowly. "Let her be. If she doesn't want to stand up, leave her. She'll have her reasons."

I nodded and turned to look at Luke Wow-Kiss-Me Hemmings. His eyes were fixed on the three of us, brows furrowed and a glass of what I guessed was rum on his hands.

"Thanks, Ki!" I smiled falsely. I quickly searched for Calum, and spotted him recording everything with his camera. I rolled my eyes, making me laugh. The bride sighed and contently walked towards the front of the ballroom, where more than twenty beautiful ladies were standing still. She grabbed a bunch of roses she held in her hand, and threw them back.

Guess who got it?

Yeah, the girl in the back of the ballroom, sitting alone by herself. Oh no no, not Jenna Keegan. She's just a granny, come on. Look at the other corner. Oh yep. That's me.

"Oh fuck, Charlotte! Guess who got it? You!" Calum said laughing, camera focused on my ugly-face.

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"I'm sorry." She blabbered.

"Hey hey hey, it's fine, Kiera." I assured her as she threw the contents that floated in her stomach down the toilette. Surprisingly Kiera had not been drinking at all. She loved Vodka, but not one single drop of it had entered her mouth. So she was throwing up for another different reason. And it was my personal duty to hold her hair while she puked.

"Charlie, I'm pregnant." She said. My eyes went wide as I dropped the strands of hair I had been taking in my hands, making her hit her head on the toilette. "Ouch."

"Yikes, sorry Ki." I muttered. It can't happen. Ben told me he hadn't had sexual intercourse with Keira. It means... Keira is pregnant from another dude. "But it's not Ben's."

"Nope." She shook her head and sat by the wall, breathing heavily. I sighed and went to search Stacy in a rush. But just my luck! I had to walk into the one and only Luke Hemmings.

"Hemmo."

"Judd." He nodded. I sighed for the nineteenth time on this day. "Charlie, I need to tell you something." He spoke. His voice came hoarse and raspy. He was totally drunk. And I don't know if it was the movement of his lips or the chilly December weather, but my knees were failing to support my whole body.

"Shoot it, Luke." I said in my chilly voice, trying to be the coolest girl ever. Yikes me.

"I got a girl pregnant."

"No."

"Yup. And she's having a fucking wedding with my fucking brother."

"Oh no, Lucas." I said. And I don't know what came over me, believe me. But whatever had been in my stomach, had just began raising until it reached my mouth. And BOOM! I caught two birds in a shot. Now Luke Hemmings and me, were covered in sticky orange slime called vomit. And it was mine. The vomit. And he was Luke with puke.

"Oh hey, Charlie. I'm puke." He said and stretched his hand for me to shake.