Beside You (Luke Hemmings FanFiction)

Chapter 6

Hey guys sorry for lack of updates lately. I've been trying to write as often as possible so I'm going to update atleast once a week for now on. I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. (: this chapter is a little upsetting but it fits along with the story so sorry for the negativity in it.

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I sat there with tears streaming down my face. Why was I even crying? It was my foolish mistake to kiss him and think we had a connection. But why did he just get up and leave? I could tell he felt awkward but so did I. Why did we even kiss though. It was so..... Weird. I needed to talk to someone about this. I wiped the tears that were dripping down my face off and went to search for my phone. Faith was the only person who could help me in this situation. I grabbed my phone off the counter and dialed her number right away.

"Heeeeeeeeey paigey!" Faith slurred giggling. Great, she's drunk.

"Faith have you been drinking?"

"No why would you say that?" She mumbled, giggling once again.

"Whatever. Nevermind I guess you won't be able to help me" I said sighing.

"No seriously I was only joking. I only have had like three drinks, what's up?"

"Luke. He kissed me." The line went silent. Did she really hang up on me?

"Uh faith, did you hear me?"

"Yea-yeah I did. But uh you may not want to hear this." My heart started pumping faster. What did she mean?

"Tell me." I demanded.

"Uh well Luke is currently sucking this girls face off." My heart stopped. My mouth became dry. The world started spinning.

"Oh." Was all I could manage out. Why did I even care?

"Im just going to go now. Have fun." I said before quickly hanging up. I starred at the television screen blankly. Thousands of thoughts filled my head. Why would he kiss me then leave just to go make out with another girl? Why am I upset over this? Why am I hurt? My hands fell into my hands catching my tears. I stood up to go into my room, I needed sleep. Maybe this was all just a dream, no I mean nightmare. I grabbed my pajamas and a started to change. As I took off my shirt I noticed the scars on my wrist. It's been awhile. I haven't harmed myself in months. It was a new record. The thought hadnt even crossed my mind. No no no I was not going to ruin it for myself. I can't.

I finished getting dressed, tossing my depressing thoughts aside. My body stood in the mirror. Once again pointing out my flaws. This was a usual habit for myself though so it wasn't a big deal. I let out a sigh walking over to my window bench. My eyes drifted immediately to Luke's room. There was a light on over to the far left. A figure moved past the light. Then another. I ducked behind my curtains before they would notice me. Another light turned on giving me a full view of who was in the room. I saw Luke who I figured was in there. My eyes focused on his hand, it was grasped in another. A lump in my throat rose. I swallowed it roughly holding in my tears threatening to spill. Then I saw her. Blonde curly hair. Bright blue eyes. Skinny body. Perfection. Lindsay Williams. I felt a tear drip down my face. I turned away from the window and headed straight for my bed. How could I think that kiss meant anything? I'm just a stupid naive teenager who thought their enemy who is now basically their babysitter had feelings for them. That's all I am a stupid naive girl.

I don't think I have ever cried more in a night. Even in all the years luke and his buddies have tormented me. I still continuously wondered why on Earth I even cared about the kiss. Well maybe since it was my first real kiss it made it a big deal but still. If I could take it back I would. I would take back the kiss, asking him to come with me, not telling my mom, even going out that night it happened. I caused this on myself. I let out a long sigh being unable to cry anymore due to last night. I wandered outside to sit on the front deck. Usually I would sit out here when I was lonely or upset and just talk to myself as if someone was with me. It sounds like I should be in a mental hospital but it would help me. I would always imagine my dad was with me, listening like the father he should have been. But he was long gone, far away in America with his new family. My rocking chair slowly rocked back and forth. A closing door snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over to my left and saw her. Perfect Barbie blonde Lindsay walking to her car. I'm sure she had a wonderful night. I sat there starring at my thumbs trying to ignore the footsteps I heard. 'Im just imagining them, I'm just imagining them' I repeated in my head.

"Paige."

"What"I snapped looking up. Just the person I wanted to see.

"Im sorry. I shouldn't have done that?"

"What kissed me?"

"No kiss you then leave. That was wrong of me and-"

"You mean kiss me, then leave and go suck Lindsay's face off then bring her to your bedroom?" I probably sound and look like a lunatic with the tears dripping down my face.

"What? How do you know that? And anyway I brought her back to my house since she was completely wasted. I didn't want her getting hurt. You sound like a crazy syco. Maybe you should learn all the facts before you jump down my throat about something that didnt happen."

"Luke I'm sorry, I just figured. And I was upset because-"

"You deserve to be upset. Stay out of my personal life next time. I'm done with being your 'watcher', I hope you get almost get raped again but this time it happens." He said before storming off. My jaw dropped. What just even happened?

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Soooo once again I apologize for lack of updates but I hope I'm able to keep up with my promise of one update a week, maybe more! But if you guys could please vote and comment it would be greatly appreciated (: