People Throw Stones @ Things That Shine

Chapter 11- I can't take (away) your pain

After we booked our rooms (they are two small suites, one with a balcony on the third floor), we rode the elevator in silence.

"So, Mami, which room do you want?" He asks, coming closer to me, whilst I was leaning against the mirror. 

I shrug. "Whichever. Getting out of here any ways".

He half smirks, "By who? You have no ride"

"Luke," I say, proudly.

The elevator stops and the doors open. 

He  mutters, "I'll be sure to get a good look at what Arzaylea is wearing".

I grab a random room key from his hand, shove him and sprint down the hall.

Then I cry 'til I'm empty.

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Sometime during my falling apart session, I text Luke the details of this place to come pick me up. He doesn't reply.

So I decide to check a 5SOS update page (they always know where the boys are). Las Vegas. With Arzaylea. 

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I hadn't even had a chance to actually process the room. I just fell onto the bed and cried and cried. But after I heard a knock on the door, I quickly get up and sniff and look around. It's nothing special. It's basic motel room style; beige bed and walls. A TV and fridge, amongst other things. But right now, it's the only place I wanna be right now.

More knocking.

"Madz. Open the door. Now. Please"

I don't bother protesting with Luis. Although he did an idiotic thing, I did promise to hear him out. Then again...he did promise to take me to San Fransisco. But there's this undeniable attraction that reeks of mystery that I just shift towards with him. So much so that I quickly wash my face and apply a bit of mascara and tinted moisturiser (thank God I had some in my purse).

Then I quickly open the door, hoping to startle him but he just walks in confidently, as if he knew when I was going to open the door.

He's shirtless. Holy...

"How are you feeling?" He asks, seemingly out of genuine concern. He fidgets with his eyebrow piercing. 

"10 minutes. You have 10 minutes to explain why you didn't take me to San Fransisco." It's taking everything in me not to allow my gaze to wander. Just keep eye contact, Madz..

He swallows. "Fine" he says, quietly.

He takes a seat on the edge of my bed, half of it sinking down under his built weight. I'm still standing where I was when I opened the door, just turned. The door is slightly open.

He slowly takes out his eyebrow piercing, not even wincing and places it on a paper on my bedside cabinet and just stares at me.

I take this as a quick opportunity to..peak. He's ripped. Like..crazy ripped. Like older than only 20 years old ripped. He has a scar that's like a band around the top of his right arm and a tattoo of some words in Spanish on his left arm. He's also wearing an intriguing pendant.

He's also wearing a silver banded ring on his left thumb and a more intricate one on his pinky. Did he have these on before? I really have to start paying attention..

He sighs. Or exhales- who even knows anymore? 

"Madz, it's no secret that I like you. A lot. And you like me, too". I make a 'pffffttt' noise.

"Otherwise you wouldn't have come on a five hour road trip with me. You'd barely known me for a full day."

"This isn't about me. This is about you explaining yourself for being a creep. Eight point five minutes left."