You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

Not Expecting That - Chapter Twenty - Six

Mia's POV.

Waking up with a splitting headache was not how I wanted to start my Monday morning, but with the boys banging on my door like they were hammering a wall, there was nothing I could do about it.

For me, the party last night ended almost immediately after mine and Luke's encounter. I didn't really want to stay in the same building as him when I knew he was going to be sleeping with other girls and thinking he can come back to me whenever he wants.

I wanted to go back to my dorm room instead and sleep forever and wake up when Luke finally stopped being a dick. So I went and found Whitney, who was dancing with Calum, and told her I didn't feel well and that I was leaving. I didn't mention anything about Calum being a drug dealer because I didn't want to ruin her night too. She looked so happy to even be near Calum and I haven't seen her like that in ages.

Instead, I just left and when back to our dorm to snuggle up in my blanket and hopefully fall asleep without dreaming of Luke. Since Luke and I had sex, I haven't been able to sleep without thinking of him; how it felt to be so close to him.

He was like a drug and I was well and truly addicted. My every waking moment was surrounded with thoughts of Luke and it seemed like there was nothing I could do to stop thinking about him. I didn't want to think about him, be reminded that he still hated me and I was nothing more than a meaningless fuck to him. It's not like I wanted to be his girlfriend, well not yet at least, I just wanted him to acknowledge that there was something more between us than just sex.

My morning with Luke and Michael started out interesting. When we went to get our usual morning coffee, Luke walked next to me, which he never does, and actually tried to talk to me. I think even Michael was shocked that he was speaking to me. In the back of my mind, however, I could get rid of the thought that he was only close enough to make sure I knew he was still in control.

"So, Mia, did you enjoy the party last night?" Luke asked me with a smug look on his face. I knew he was implying about what happened between me and him, like it was meant to be the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.

"Yeah, actually, I found out some really interesting stuff about some people." I mirrored his smug look when his face turned to stone.

"But you don't seem like the type of girl too go shouting her mouth off, do you?" I know it was a warning, but I was going to ignore it. He was right, thought. I don't think I would ever go shouting my mouth off, but not for Luke's sake but for the others.

"Oh, I dunno, Luke. Sometimes things are too important to keep to yourself." I retorted. Michael looked like he didn't have a clue what we were talking about, and in some ways he didn't, but really this involved him too.

"And sometimes people should know that it's in their best interest to keep their trap shut." He shot back, glaring at me as he did.

"And some people need to learn to trust people's promises." I sighed. I made a promise to him that I wouldn't tell a soul about him and the boys and he needs to know that when I make a promise, I keep it.

"Sometimes it's not that easy." He stated simply, giving me an apologetic look. I was only having a laugh with him, I didn't mean for it to turn into some sort of argument.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on with you two?" Michael questioned, shooting us both a confused look.

"Don't worry about it, Mike." Luke said, giving him a reassuring smile. It was nice to see Luke seeming relaxed again and not on edge or angry like he usually is.

"When it has Mia getting annoyed at you, it does make me worry." He snapped. It's not that I don't like Michael being protective over me; it's just sometimes there is no need for it. Luke and I have our own issues and I don't want to bring anyone else into them anymore. His concern is still appreciated though.