I wake up in the morning, and see Michael awkwardly sleeping on the floor with a small blanket.
"Michael- you dingbat." I sigh tiredly patting my bed.
"But what about- you know- uh- you and Luke." He says, lifting his head up slowly.
"Fuck Luke." I say and he slowly stands up.
I scoot over and fall back asleep quickly.
Later in the day, I was awoken by 32 texts, 10 calls, and 9 voicemails. All of them from Luke. (Besides one of the texts- from my mom)
Sophia
Soph
Please
Please let me explain
Fuck
Did you block me.
Followed by more text similar to those.
Me:
Don't try to apologize Luke. You fucked up. You knew exactly who you were kissing and so did Kate.
I type and lock my phone. I then turn it back on to check the time , but was greeted by a picture of Luke, Kate , Michael, Ashton, and I. I quickly change it, now it was a picture of me and Kaylen laying on a mostly empty beach, smiling and laughing.
I nudge Michael, mumbling a small, "wake up," and stand up out of bed.
He doesn't move, so I decide to go somewhere- anywhere.
I considered many places, but the beach overruled them all.
I quickly got changed, throwing my hair in two French braids and changing into a swimsuit.
The beach was one of my favourite places. People were always smiling and laughing and it was always just so happy.
I sit on the dock and sigh.
Being at the beach alone is no fun.
"Uh- hey Kaylen come to the beach," I whine. "I'm bored." I say.
"Aren't you still upset?" She questions and I sigh for the 100th time today.
"Fuck them," I mumble. "no I don't fucking care anymore." I lie.
"Ok, I'll be there in 15." Kaylen says and hangs up.
Kate and Kaylen were like the bestest friends, but I'm pretty sure Kaylen is pissed at Kate- so that's kinda just good news for me.
Kate:
You're such a bitch.
Is all the text reads.
Well at least I didn't kiss someone's kinda sorta boyfriend.
Me:
At least I'm not a whore.
I reply. Oops.
Kaylen then arrives, and we hang out, take pictures, post those pictures on Instagram, maybe gossip about Kate a little, and take more pictures before we go back to our houses.
And just my luck, who the fuck do you think I ran into?
Luke.
"Soph!" I hear him say from behind me.
I turn to see Luke, but not the same Luke I knew.
His hair was messy- really messy, and he look tired and worn out.
"I was so fucking drunk- I promise." He says, grabbing my hand so I couldn't walk away.
"Let go." I say, not looking at him.
"Please."
"Don't make me act like your trying to rape me." I glare at him.
He lets go and backs away from me.
"I'm really sorry," he mumbles with his head down.
I stick both my middle fingers up as I walk away from him.
I come back to Michael awkwardly sitting on my bed with his arms crossed.
"where were you?" He complains as soon as u walk in.
"Oh the beach, telling Luke to fuck off." I grin widely.
"Nice." He nods his head approvingly. "Well I've got to get going- bye Soph." He smiles.
I wave bye before calling Ashton.
"Hey." He answers enthusiastically.
"Oh- um did you uh-" I say, worried he hadn't known his girlfriend was sucking face with Luke.
"Oh- yeah- shit, sorry. I just kinda don't give a damn." He says.
"Yeah right." I roll my eyes.
I realized I was talking to a dead line, and hung up also.
Several minutes later Ashton arrives at my door, smiling and holding a bucket of chicken.
"So, I broke up with Kate, and then I got chicken." He says as he invites himself into my empty house.
"I brought extra." He winks and I hand him a plate.
After like 15 pieces of chicken and 2 dance parties Ashton decides it was about time for him to go home.
And there I was. Standing in the same room I had cried in yesterday, but this time I was smiling.
Another knock on my door soon arrived.
And there he was, the same boy and had seen earlier in the day.
"Why are you here?" I groan.
"I just want to talk- shit Soph you're hot." He sighs.
"Kate must of looked pretty hot yesterday," I smile sarcastically.
"No- I was so fucking drunk." He explains.
"You weren't drunk when you swore you were sorry." I come back.
"Ugh," he sighs, running his hands through his hair.
"You're such a fucking ass."
"I think you're right," he smiles, recalling a conversation that had happened months ago.
"Fuck Kate, Fuck Calum, Fuck Michael, Fuck Ash, Fuck me- Sophia I love you."
"You probably fucked Kate." I shrug, holding back a laugh.
"You're such a snobby ass bitch," he says turning around and sitting on my couch.
"I try," I say and tilt my head, flashing a smile.
"Sorry," he says again
"Go tell Kate sorry," I smile.
"Can you ever be serious?" He groans
"I thought we were serious before you stuck your dick in Kate's mouth." I argue.
"Sophia!"
"Fine fuck."
"Thank you. Now, I don't fucking care about Kate. I would rather look at you than make out with Kate again." He says in one breath and before I could answer, he continued talking. "But instead of just looking at you, I would kiss you too." He said and pulled me into him.
God he fucked me up.
I didn't pull away; that was, until I started thinking.
I'm just another Kate.
I pushed Luke off of me, and he was clearly taken by surprise.
"I'm not another Kate," I say, quickly shaking my head.
"You're not. You're Sophia. I'd never think of Kate as anything more than some girl who looks hot to drunken Luke." He says.
"Luke, I'm not gonna let this go in a day." I say and pushed him out my house.
I was hoping he would come back but he didn't.
My phone dinged and I looked over to see a text
Luke:
So does that mean your over me?
I typed out the simple answer of "no."
But I deleted that and instead put, "yes"
