LUKE
I slammed the door closed of my black Ferrari, walking over to the boys that were standing in front of the club.
"Hey. Luke." I said, pulling my pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of my jeans, lighting one up.
I inhaled and slowly exhaled, enjoying the pleasure.
The guys gave me a nod and continued smoking their cigarette.
You may say I took a wrong turn in life, but I didn't. Of course I didn't have a lot of friends, but I have enough.
"Yo Luke, isn't that.. your girl?" Calum asked, pointing to a group of girls approaching the club.
"I don't have no girl." I answered, my eyes glued to the girls. They were all basic. Okay make up, okay clothing and all that.
That's what I thought.
In the back there was a girl, blonde hair that was straightened and she wore a flowy black skirt that reached her thigh. She was smiling, her blue eyes glowing. It was Skylar.
"Luke, close your mouth and get hold of your cigarette." Ashton chuckled, as I tightened my grip on my cigarette, waiting for the girls to walk past me.
The first girls walked by, and before I knew it, Skylar noticed me and blushed a scarlet color, making me smirk. I waited until they entered the club, and smashed my cigarette to the ground. "I'm going in, see you guys."
They nodded and I quickly walked after them, staring at Skylar's bottom as I do.
I heard some giggles from the other girls, and Skylar turned around, I almost tripped.
"Fuck." I cursed, making sure I kept my balance.
"You okay, Luke?" She smiled, turning around and giving the girls a nod and they entered the party. Good. Now I have some alone time with her.
"Yeah yeah. You just turned around unexpected. Please don't do that again." I smirked. "But I'm kidnapping you." I took her warm hand, leading her into the door.
"Luke, wait." She gripped my hand tight. "Yeah?"
"You do know I'm just 17, right? I can't have alcohol." She engraved her bottom lip with her teeth, looking down at the floor. "Don't worry. I won't push you." I dragged her inside the club, the music blasting through my ears, feeling Skylar's hand tightly grip mine. She was scared. Or nervous. I could feel it. I bet it was her first time in such a big club. I mean, she's just 17 after all. And I'm 19. It's easier for me.
We arrived at the bar, as I told the bartender to get two coke. Normally I'll get like a vodka mix or some shit, but Skylar was with me, so I didn't want to be a bad influence.
But honestly, look at me. I'm a walking tattoo shop.
The bartender handed me the cold cokes, I took them and gave him a smile, as I gave Skylar a glass and she walked towards a corner, checking if I was still following her. She's so damn cute.
Skylar leaned against the wall, the drink in her hands, I stood in front of her and smiled. "You enjoying it so far?" I yelled.
She nodded, but then her friends started approaching, dragging her to the dancefloor. She was struggling to get out of their grip, so she gave up and mouthed a quick 'sorry' and she walked to the dancefloor, and her friends started dancing. Skylar didn't know what to do, until her friends danced around her and she started dancing along. She looked so beautiful. So happy. I love that she's happy.
I continued watching her dance until a hand hit my shoulder, and my eyes spotted Michael.
"Hey mate. You here too?" I asked, taking a sip from my coke, and I teared my eyes away from Skylar, looking at Michael. "Yeah. I'm here with Christy. My neighbor."
"That girl? She's not even attractive." I chuckled.
"Whatever. I'm not even in love with her. She's just so clingy." He groaned and looked at my drink. "What's that?" I frowned. "Oh, that's coke."
Michael rolled his eyes. "What the fuck? No alchohol?"
"Man, I'm here with Skylar. She's only 17 and I don't want to give her a bad influence, ya know." I took another sip of my drink, Michael staring at me in disgust. "I wouldn't wanna be drinking that in a party."
"Oh, shut up. I'm only doing this for Skylar. I wanna have a chance." I bit my lip.
"Well whatever. I'm gonna get another drink and then I'll go smoke outside. You coming?" Michael asked, throwing his plastic glass in a trashcan. "Nah. I'm here with Skylar."
"Okay, what you want." He walked away, and my eyes were on the girls again, but I couldn't see Skylar around.
I got worried and walked over to them. "Where's Sky?" I asked over the music, the girls shrugging, what annoyed me a ton.
One of her friends with black hair into a tight ponytail looked around and then spoke to me. "I swear I saw her go upstairs a minute ago."
"Upstairs?" My blood boiled. "Alone?" Upstairs there are only bathrooms, a balcony and bedrooms.
"No, there was a guy." She said. "And you didn't come over to me and tell me that?" I said, rolling my eyes and furiously pushing through the crowd, running upstairs. Where the fuck do I go?
I tried to focus on maybe her voice, but I didn't hear anything.
"Fuck." I cursed to myself, for not watching her good enough. I hate myself. She might be getting raped now.
Suddenly, I heard a squeaking voice and my ears led me to the place where it came from.
I tried to open the door with my hand, but it was locked. Fuck's sake. I kicked against and yet again I heard another squeak.
My blood boiled more and I finally kicked open the door. I looked in front of me, seeing a guy with dark hair and a leather jacket hovered over a girl, she was struggling under his grip.
I tried to look for a sign that it might be Skylar, until I saw a lock of blonde hair.
My legs carried me to the bed, pulling the guy off her, pushing him to the ground with all my power and punched him right in the face, giving him maybe five more, until I got bored and let go of him. Surprised me he didn't hit me back or anything. "Don't fucking touch her again. You're disgusting."
I spit on him, turning around to see Skylar with her hands in front of her mouth, her eyes watering and her eyes black of her mascara.
I walked over to her, pulling her close to me, as she was sobbing in my chest. I can't believe anyone would ever hurt her. She's amazing.
"Luke.." She sobbed. "I wanna go home."
"Your friends are downstairs." I said.
"I don't give a fuck." She said. I was shocked to hear her say 'fuck', cause she never said it. "Bring me home Luke. Please."
"Okay." She pulled away from me, as I wiped her soaked watery eyes with my thumbs, and a little smile appeared on her face. "I'm so sorry for not watching out good enough. I fucking hate myself."
"It's okay Luke." She stood on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around my neck, sheleaned in, and just when I thought she was going to kiss me, she hugged me tightly.
Ouch. Friend zone.
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a/n
long af chapter
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