Shatter {LRH}

3

Luke's POV

It's Friday and Lisa tried to ground me. I find that so funny that she thinks she can control me. Nobody tells me what to do, I am my own person and always will be.

It's about that time to leave for the party and since I will be having people watching over me all night, I have to sneak out. Mike and Ash are outside causing a distraction, and Calum is in the running car so we can drive away as soon as we get out of the home I'd like to call jail.

As soon as I hear noise, I open my window and slip out on the sill. I walk across the line, careful not to fall and grab hold of the branch, sliding down the tree. I groan as I slide onto a branch that nails me in the junk. "Fuck." I curse under my breath.

I thankfully drop to my feet, instantly breaking out into a run. Finally I meet Calum in the car, met by Michael and Ashton already sitting in the backseat. "Step on it!" I yell, laughing at the same time. Every time I sneak out or do things that I know could get me into trouble, it makes me feel good. It always has.

"That was fast." Cal says, turning the wheel.

"I'm just that good, Calum."

"Sure you are." Michael chuckles from the back. The only thing that stands out is his newly bright blue hair in the dark. "I'm so ready to get wasted tonight. It's been a while."

"Same." Calum agrees. "Ash, you'll be taking the wheel tonight."

"I kinda figured anyways. Next party, I call getting drunk." He whines.

We pull up to the party scene, and you can already feel the bass through the metal on the car. I jump out, feeling comfortable in this type of area. I lose the boys by walking to the drinks to find alcohol. There's a lot a hot sluty girls walking around tonight. A lot of them look me up and down and giggle, trying to get me to pay attention to them. Sometimes I give them what they want a watch them for only the slightest moment, but other times, I don't even give them the slightest glance. I prop my foot up against the wall to watch all the sweaty bodies, sipping from my drink.

I like to watch people at their best times. I like to watch how people express themselves in these types of situations. I'm an observer. I'd rather watch than experience it for myself. The way people act when their dunk for instance: There's three types of dunks that I've noticed. Firstly, the mad types. They will murder anyone that ruins their funk and they wont even remember anything the next day. Secondly, is the happy drunks. They find everything funny, and want to be party of every situation. I know that because I'm a happy drunk. Normally the people you would never think to be like this falls in the happy category. Next is the bi polar drunks. One minute they're happy, then the next they blame everyone for everything.

As I'm leaned up against the wall, I see that same beautiful face that scared me the other day. She is following Violet to the dance floor. By the look on her face she doesn't want to be here, but she's trying her best to enjoy herself. She holds a red solo cup that she constantly sips from, afterwards pulling her face back in a disgusted manner. This make me smirk. She's so beautiful.

I shake my head, and blink a few times. As I do this, she disappears. I sigh and trail off, following the sounds of thumping and screaming. People are taking off their clothes and jumping in the pools while some guys sit in the chairs and watch the women strip. One of these people seem to be Ashton. He sits back as some girl shakes off her clothes in front of him. Ash looks over and smiles. "What? I couldn't get drunk, so I gravitate towards other options."

I chuckle, and turn around, downing the rest of what in my cup. My head spins a little as I make my way back to the counter that holds all the drinks. "Back up!" I hear a female voice call from the distance. I look up from the counter and see a drunken fellow hovering over Madison. My face automatically heats up with anger. I hardly knew her, but I was getting angry. "Please walk away from me." She begs, but she not assertive enough.

"Back the fuck away." I growl at him.

He stumbles towards me. "What's it to you." He slurs.

I sigh and bawl my fists, and instantly they come in contact with his face. I keep hitting him until I see blood. "Stop it!" Madison yells.

Her voice is what makes me stop. I look up and aggressively grab her wrists, leading her outside. "What the fuck?!" I scream at her as we get outside.

"I can take care of myself! I don't need you to help me." She yells back at me.

"Then tell me why I had to step in? If you could take care of yourself, I wouldn't of had to save you."

"Save me? I had it under control, you ass."

"You'll be saying that when you get hurt one day." I retort. We both don't say anything for the time being. I felt drawn to her and I couldn't move. This isn't supposed to happen.

Nevertheless, I feel myself walking her to the brick wall. When her back touches it, she looks me in the eyes, finding out what I'm doing. To be honest, I had no clue. My mouth collides with hers and I close my eyes at the fire that instantly lit in my stomach. Nothing could ever feel better than this, I thought. That thought however, is what makes me pull away.

I step back. Before she has time to open her eyes, I disappear. What the hell was I thinking? My stomach is replaced with knots by the frightening feeling of emotions. An emotion, I never thought I would ever feel again. An emotion that got me to where I am now. Broken and alone.

I down another drink feeling my head spinning. I take a new drink, and soon it becomes shots after shots of drowning out my feelings, until I'm drunk off my ass.