You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

He's Just Mean - Chapter Seventeen

Mia's POV.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Calum broke the silence that had taken over us.

Everyone shook their head, not knowing why Luke had acted the way he did. The silence was once again blanketing us. There was no need for Luke to say the things he did and what made it even worse was that it was in front of all my friends. I could see the angry and concerned looks on their faces; could practically feel their sympathy.

Without saying a word, I walked to my suitcase, getting out my blue skinny jeans and a plain black sweater and walking into the bathroom. I couldn't stand to look at their faces any longer, not when I didn't want to even think about Luke again. I was going to take my time getting ready, hoping that they had left the room when I get back out.

I went through five years of high school getting bullied for who I am and not once did I let it get to me. Yet one thing said from Luke and I'm just about ready to cry again.

Maybe it's because I thought I had finally found a group of friends that had accepted me for me and that they would never judge me and apart from Luke, none of the others had said anything to upset me. If anything they have made me love myself even more, especially Michael.

Michael is like my best friend; always there if I need him and making me laugh, he just gives off a happy aura. Ashton has the ability to make anybody feel welcomed and comfortable, with his little giggle and constant smile, like he really enjoys you being around him. Now Calum is different than Michael and Ashton because he isn't always smiling and happy, but he is the one that comes up with an idea and makes sure everyone is invited, never leaving anyone out.

From the outside, they may look intimidating with their piercings and tattoo's, but once you get to know them like I do, you realise that they are actually the sweetest guys you could meet. They would do anything in their power to make sure that you were safe and happy and that's what I love about them.

I took a few deep breaths as I stared at myself in the mirror, trying to will the tears away. This boy affects me so much and I don't like it. Crying over someone like Luke is the stupidest thing I could do, I need to show him that his words don't mean anything to me; that his actions don't mean anything to me.

I walked out of the room to see that everyone was still there, sitting in an awkward silence. I was gone for at least ten minute, so why is everyone sitting there acting weird. When they heard the bathroom close shut, everyone's heads shot up to look at me, all giving me a small smile.

"We need to go and find Luke so we can start back on the road again" Michael announced, sounding unsure of how to say it, like he was scared of how I was going to react. I didn't say anything, still worried that I may cry if I opened my mouth, instead I just nodded my head. I packed my suitcase back up and grabbed my bag ready to leave. As I was about to open the door, a hand placed themselves on top of mine. I looked up to see Michael.

He gave me a little smile, "Are you okay?"

I returned his smile and nodded my head, "I will be" I whispered, grabbing the door handle and pulling the door open. We walked down to the lobby to check out and hand the key in and then continued to the car to put all of our stuff in, and Luke's, before we started on out search for Luke.

"I've called him, like, twenty times. Why is he not answering?" Calum groaned, once again dialling Luke's number and hanging up not long after, obviously meaning Luke didn't answer.

"Let's just check some bars or something, I bet he's getting drunk" Michael stated.

"It's twelve in the afternoon. Who gets drunk at this time?" I wondered out loud, my eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment.