The Swear Jar // luke hemmings

6//"Miley was like 'aw nibblets' or some shit"

~Luke's POV~

  "Why the fuck is she even back with that asshole anyway?" I ask angrily as Calum tunes his bass.

  "I don't know who the hell you're talking about. Harper? I thought you guys got back together?" 

  "We did, I'm talking about Tori." I state as his off key bass plucks my last nerve and I unplug it from the amplifier.

  "What the fuck, man! Look, I don't know why you're being such a douche but they were always on-again-off-again. The reunion was bound to happen sometime."

  "Yea, but-"

  "But what? Luke you sound so fucking stupid. Do you like Tori? If you do you have a damn bad way of showing it, getting back together with Harper and all. Plus, ditching her at the park was a really shitty thing to do." My anger with Calum peaks and I storm out of the room. "Where the fuck are you going? We have a gig in 20." I ignore him and walk up the stairs to Tori's room, completely unsure of what I'll do once I'm there.

  I knock on her door and she opens it, one eye darker than the other with probably eye liner or some shit and the other bare. 

  "Fuck you." She says and closes the door.

  "Tori!" I knock again. "Toriiiiiii." She opens the door.

  "You're such a fucking dick, Luke. If you didn't wanna hang out with me yesterday that's fine but you didn't have to make me feel like a piece of fucking shit and just leave me in the middle of what I thought was a fanfuckingtastic day. So yea, fuck you. Go away."

  "Tori, wait-"

  "Luke, leave." And so I did.

~Tori's POV~

  Why the fuck did he just leave? Obviously I wanted him to ask why I was in the middle of doing my makeup so I could rub my date with Ethan in his face but he didn't even fucking give me the chance! What kinda inconsiderate asshole. Not that I'm going on this date to make Luke jealous but, I mean, c'mon. The least he could do is act a little jealous. I finish my makeup and throw on high waisted jean shorts and a crop top. I grab my satchel and sandals and run down the stairs because obviously, due to who I am as a person, I am late and Ethan has been waiting outside for at least 30 minutes.

  "Where are you going?!" My dad shouts from another room. 

  "Out."

  "No shit. Don't tell your mother I said that, sweetie. I meant no crap. Anyways, where?" His voice grows louder as he enters the same room as me. I rush to get my sandals on and grab my stuff to throw in my purse as I throw it across my shoulder.

  "I won't tell mom if you pay my swear jar fees for a week."