Beautiful Lies (A Dark Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

**Its been awhile, sorry if ive upset you!- Reagan**

Luke's hand flicked a piece of lint of his jeans as he waited for my answer.

"You dont even know me." I finally sighed.

"Thats the thing, Jess. I want to know you."

I eyed him. His lips were wet and parted, his blue eyes wide.

"Do you just expect to me to forgive you, and then let you take me out on a date or whatever?"

He chuckled. "Or Jess, I always get what I want. So dont act like its not going to happen."

"I'm fifteen, for gods sake!" I used as a last attempt.

"Even better." Luke stood, placing a hand on the door frame.

"Whether you like it or not, you are mine. Now, I've laid a change of clothes for you in the bathroom. You can shower. Be downstairs by five." The clock next to me read three thirty, I had enough time. I sighed, standing. He let his eyes wander me once more before he shuffled out of the room, leaving me. I pocked around a few rooms until I reached the bathroom, a huge white space. Ive never seen a room as beautiful as this, strange as it sounds. Two towls sat next to a plain white marble shower, and a pair of black skinny jeans -probably Ashton's since he was the shortest- and a white Blink 182 shirt. A note was affixed to the side.

"Jess, you can wear these. Sorry if they are a little big, and well, youre gonna have to suck it up and wear a pair of boxers. Have fun x- L"

I crumpled the note between my fingers and un dressed, turning on the water.

"Damn." I whistled, under the scorching heat and washed off my body. I scrubbed my face, and cleaned my hair, inhaling the boy smell of Luke's shampoo. It actually smelled really nice. It had a spicy scent that I found intriuging. Once I was done, I grabbed the fluffy towels and dried myself off, huffing when I picked up the clothes I was expected to wear. The boxers were relativly comefertable, but Ashton's jeans were way to long on me. I rolled the bottom up to my ankles, making a pair of black capris. I tugged on my usual sports bra and slide Luke's shirt over my head. It Hung almost to my thighs, so I tucked the front into the waist band of the jeans, leaving the back to flare. My hair was begining to dry so I used a paddle brush I found in the drawer to sleek it out, then shoved it into my usual side braid. I didnt even bother with make up, as I knew I wouldnt be able to find any here. When I walked back to Luke's room, the clock read 4:45pm, the little numbers blinking. I picked up my iPhone, which someone had placed on a charger. I unlocked it as I padded down the stairs, finding everything un touched and the same as I left it. I heard a cough and looked up from the stair well, where I had stopped.

Calum blinked at Michael, who stared at me with a goofy smile. He turned to face Calum, who whispered.

"He gave her the Blink shirt."

What the hell did that mean? Luke appeared, holding a phone to his ear. He must not have seen me, and he spoke harshly into the speaker.

"Touch her and see what happens. I will not heisitate to kill you."

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