He Was P(L)uke

13

Since I was the age of 9, I knew truth or dare was the worst thing ever. Alright, I know that as a kid you don't get that much of bad dares, but it was very much terrifying for me. I don't know if it was the vast amount of girls that were dared to kiss Luke, or the weird stares I always got when I said 'I don't wanna kiss Michael', but I absolute hated that game.

"Truth or dare, Calum?" Luke asked with a drunk grin on his face. Calum shut his eyes and smiled at Luke. Guess what he had on his hands? Right a fucking camera to film.

"You already know, pretty boy."

"Then dare will be." Luke cleared up for everyone else. "I dare you to ask Ashton on a date." Ashton rolled his eyes at Calum. Of course he would do that. Ashton hated- no no, Ashton despised Calum.

"Okay." Calum sighed, and turned to Ashton who sat between Stacy and Michael. "Ashton, do you want to go on a date with me?" Ashton threw his head back in laughter before glaring at him.

"No, thank you." He answered frustrated. A couple of 'boos' were heard, as well as a groan coming out of Calum's mouth. Ashton grabbed the bottle from the floor and flipped it around. And well whenever they turn that bottle to one side and let it flip in never ending circles, my mind goes into a constant state of shock and fear. I literally say 'please don't land on me, please don't land on me' until it stops. And it stopped.

"Stacy and Charlie." Calum said, eyes following the ends of the bottle.

"Stacy, I guess it's just turn to ask." The blonde chick said besides me, and I instantly rolled my eyes. Luke nodded, taking another sip of his beer. Calum, who was sitting besides this violet haired dude and to the left of Stacy, got close to his cousin and whispered something which I can't make-out to this day.

"Okay, Charles, truth or dare?" She asked with an evil smirk. I gulped loudly, Luke nudging my arm and whispering 'Don't get nervous, I'll get you out of anything' which soothed me out completely. I know I said I was kind of falling out of love. But being honest... I wasn't. My fucking life revolved around that fella. Of course I wouldn't and I couldn't just forget him out of the blue.

"Tru-"

"Say dare." The white chick groaned rolling her eyes. "Say dare, you boring bitch."

Everyone shook their heads at her. "Yikes, Mae. Careful with how you threat my best friend!" Calum yelled with an angry face. I smiled. Because it's not of Calum to support someone, ya' know? He's more of hate until it hurts and not minding much about his friends.

I rolled my eyes, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "Okay, dare." I answered. Stacy giggled and got something out of her purse.

"Alright bunnies. I dare you, Mrs. Bestie to-" and she got two fucking cuffs out of her damn heart-shaped purse. "to link your wrist to Luke's."

And just guess, motherfucker, guess what happened. Yeah. I threw up again.

-/-

"It's okay." Calum cooed. "It's not the first time."

"And it surely won't be the last one." The principal said walking in, with a stern look on his face. He had been to the party too (it was actually his house) and like everyone else... He had seen me throw up. And it was surely not the first time that dude had seen me puke my insides. The first time was on second grade, when my parents decided they wouldn't drive me to school anymore, so I had to take the school bus. Big mistake, folks. I threw up, right there where every student was watching me. They began calling me 'puke' instead of my awesome and unique name.

I felt a short tug on my wrist, which brought me back to reality. It was Luke. I looked at him who was sat besides me on a couch we had found on one of the rooms. His smile was sympathetic as I cried into Calum's shoulder. I sighed.

"Ms. Judd, I believe you need some kind of medication for this problem." The man said. I nodded, bitting the sobs away. "Go home."

I stood up quickly, Calum doing the same. But... I had forgotten. I was tied up to someone by a cuff. My eyes widened as I turned to Luke. Fuck. He sighed, shaking his head.

"How the hell are we supposed to sleep today, huh?" He asked. I gulped loudly, looking between the principal, Luke, and Calum.

"I suppose you'll be sleeping together then." Calum said shrugging, a huge smirk on his fucking face.

-/-

"Stop squirming!"

"I cannot sleep when there's somebody besides me!"

"Then how the fuck did you slept with Kiera, huh?" He stayed quiet after that. Just staring at the ceiling of my room, which was painfully covered by posters. After Calum drove us to my house (I knew my father would've returned from touring, but it was better than sleeping on a creaking bed of a motel, or Calum's dirty blankets), I had forced drunk Luke into the front door. He began touching and pushing everything out of the way with his extremely long legs. And after what felt like hours, we finally got to my room.

"I can't help but think Harry Styles and Shrek are looking back at me." He whispered looking at the posters. I giggled amused. "And... Thanks for letting me stay here."

"Stacy has the key to the cuffs." I whispered back. "We had to stay in one place or another." He agreed silently. I thought he was asleep, so my thoughts began wondering. He had just told me that he didn't like sleeping with people. What if they didn't have sex? I know as a matter of fact Luke is the typical fuckboy and Kiera is a complete bitch. They fit. They did had sex-

"I have to pee, dude." He whispered. Oh no. Not the bathroom.