drive ♢ muke ✔️

xxi

"michael! michael please wait!" bryana cries desperately after me as i briskly stride away from her.

"i don't want to associate myself with a smelly vagina like you," i snap harshly at her.

she clings onto my wrist but i hastily break free and glare at her.

tears are streaming down her face, i can't help but feel sorrow for her. she lost everything; her home, her boyfriend. she deserves it; she shouldn't have cheated in the first place.

"please," she sobs as she wipes away her salty tears.

"you have five minutes," i say steely. the kinder part of me decides to hear her out.

"luke caught me and ash having sex," bryana says in between short ragged breaths.

"i know."

"he kicked me out my home," bryana continues. "i have to move in with ashton."

"i know," i state again.

"i saw him a few nights ago, drinking his life away. i tried to talk to him but he won't listen to me. he's just mumbling some non sense about a naked roommate and a spawn of satan," bryana finishes.

that part i don't know about, surprisingly.

"drinking his life away?" i repeat cautiously.

"yeah. i went to our apartment to gather the last of my stuff and he was passed out with bottles of liquor surrounding him. it's a war zone in there." bryana's eyes start brimming with fresh tears again.

"where is he? bring me to him. bring me to him now!" i exclaim loudly, grabbing onto bryana's wrists and shaking her harshly.

bryana appears surprised but she nods; she's seeking out for any type of help for luke. i rush after her and slide into ashton's truck; ashton's no where to be seen though.

i hardly have to time to put my seat belt on when bryana drives quickly away from our university campus.

within ten or twenty minutes, we pull up to a familiar building. luke brought me here once when i nearly died from hypothermia.

bryana's blond hair whips me in the face as she drags me into the elevator and presses a button.

"it's the seventh door to the left," bryana explains as she shoves me out the elevator.

"aren't you coming?" i ask dumbly.

bryana shakes her head sadly. "he'll throw a fit if he sees me. i think it's better for me to wait in the truck."

i can't argue because she's already closed the elevator and started going back down. i trudge down the hall until i find the door that bryana lead me to. i hesitantly knock on the door and it swings open before my knuckles can collide with the wood a second time.

"mikey-boo! what brings you around to my crib?" luke asks, smiling toothily.

he reeks of alcohol. even without the stench, you can tell he's drunk out of his mind by his bloodshot eyes and slurred speech.

"what's up with all the alcohol?" i ask, scrunching my nose up with disgust.

"i'm starting a collection, the bottles are pretty. also, i want to be haymitch and in order to play the role, i gotta be running solely on alcohol!" luke smiles widely again, hiccuping in between his sentences.

i sigh and realize that i won't be able to have a proper chat with luke until he's sober.

"why don't you have a little nap?" i suggest politely.

"no. that's boring. let's have sex instead!" luke grins lopsidedly.

"we can have sex when you wake up," i reply absentmindedly.

"i. want. sex. now!" luke says in several choppy short sentences.

to prove his point, he grips my waist and dry humps my back.

"first sleep, then sex." i state firmly.

"i don't want to sleep. it's lonely, i get nightmares." luke pouts. for just a second, his act crumbles and pure misery and fear replaces the goofy look on his face.

"you go to sleep and when you wake up i'll still be here," i suggest, leading him to a room with a bed in it.

i turn to walk away but luke grapples my waist and tugs me down the the bed. i clumsily fall atop of luke's firm chest and he holds me tightly.

i try not to retch as the strong scent of alcohol burns my nostrils and i nuzzle myself into the crook of luke's neck. the stench isn't quite as strong and i smell the faintest bit of luke's cologne peeking behind all the other smells.

"when i wake up, we're having sex right?" luke asks drunkly.

"of course, luke." i smile, knowing that when he's sober he'll forget all about this.

"i'm not luke, i'm officer pickle. remember?" luke raises an eyebrow sassily.

"shut your fucking mouth and go to sleep."