One week later
Im sat in my bed, laptop on my lap and tissues all around myself.
What's the reason? Luke. Luke is the reason.
He told me that I was special, that I made him feel something that he has never felt before. He gave me this necklace for crying out loud!
But right now, I'm looking at the news which had Luke on it with a girl who I don't even know the name of, holding hands walking out of a building. He is protecting her like he protected me and she is holding onto his arm tightly. And in another, they are kissing.
I know I shouldn't be like this when I'm not with him but, he said I was special.
My phone is blowing up from text messages, phone calls and tweets, but I'm just ignoring them all. Until I decide to text Luke.
Me: listen Luke, I don't want you texting me anymore, you said I was special, you gave me this necklace and now you go kiss another girl? I though I was special to you. If you want me happy, you shouldn't have done that, but now to make me happy, don't text me again Luke. I will miss you loads and I still like you, but I can't do this.
Luke: princess! Thank god! It's all fake, it's for publicity and shit. I like you! Hell, I love you Hetty. If you want to be happy, I will make you happy. It was cruel of me to do that to you and I'm not good enough for you. I hope we can be friends in the future, and I hope you become very happy in the future. But please keep the necklace. I love you princess xxxx
