You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

This Is What You Missed, Baby - Chapter Twenty-Three

Mia's POV.

There was a little restaurant type thing in the hotel that we were staying in so we didn't have to walk far to get our breakfast, which was a good thing because I don't think Calum and Michael would be able to walk for longer than five minutes without collapsing.

I stayed as far away from Luke as I could the entire time we were together as a group. When we were walking, I would stay behind with Whitney and Calum while Luke was in front with Michael. It wasn't very often that Luke and Michael spoke to each other anymore so to see them together makes me happy. Sometimes I feel like their relationship went downhill when I came into the picture, so the sight of them laughing reassures me they will be okay.

When we did sit down for breakfast though, Michael decided to sit by Whitney and I, while Luke sat right at the other end of the table. This made it a lot easier for me not to acknowledge him. No one really spoke while we were eating, maybe because we were all extremely hungry and there was no time for us to talk. There was a breath stopping moment, however, when Calum noticed the bruise on Luke's collarbone that apparently I left last night.

Unfortunately this spiked a huge discussion amongst the boys about whom the mystery girl was that Luke hooked up with. If these boys were smart, they may have actually figured it out by now, however they're not, so they haven't. I just stayed silent while they talked, hoping Luke would get them to shut up and luckily, after a ten minute conversation, he did.

Ashton decided he wanted to take a nap when we got back to the hotel room, just to make sure all the alcohol was out of his system and it was safe for him to drive us all home. So whilst Ashton was asleep, everyone else packed their bags up and got themselves ready. I could see Luke glancing at me every now and then and it was giving me an uneasy feeling.

So when everyone was minding their own business, I turned to him, "Why do you keep looking at me?" I snapped, but kept my voice low enough that I didn't draw attention to us.

"Am I not allowed to look at you?" he questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I said."

"Well, I don't care what you say. If I want to look at you, I will"

"But I don't want you to" I was starting to get angry at him now. If he didn't shut up soon, I was going to slap him.

"What's the matter with me looking at you? I've pretty much seen all of you anyway, there's nothing left to hide from me" he smirked, stepping closer to me.

Is he an idiot? Anyone of the guys could see us and think something is going on and I can't deal with the questions.

"Don't come any closer. You may have seen me naked last night, but it will never happen again" I stated with confidence, although I didn't feel it.

"Oh, baby. So naive, I know I could have you any time I wanted" he went to reach his hand up to my face but I flinched away before he could touch me.

"Don't. You've lost, Luke" and with that I walked away and went to see what Whitney was doing. Before I entered our room, I took one last glance at Luke to see him with a thoughtful expression on his face. What the hell was he thinking so hard about?

I hate when you have an argument and afterwards you think of smart shit you should have said. I wish I would have pointed out to Luke that he was the one that kissed me. Actually, he was the one that practically begged me to kiss him. Next time we argue, I'm bringing that up. Let's see what his comeback is to that.

Sometimes Luke is so cocky about things; thinking he is so irresistible that I would give myself to him at the drop of a hat. I may have had sex with him once, but now I know better than to do it again. The fact that he is so cocksure about it makes me even more determined not hook up with him again.