You're Not My Type // Punk Luke Hemmings

San Francisco - Chapter Forty-Four

Mia's POV.

I must have sat for another twenty minutes after Michael came to my dorm, just staring at the door, waiting, hoping. I was waiting for Luke to walk through it; I was hoping he would see what we had between us was special. I knew it was a long shot, but it's all I could pray for right now.

I sat wondering where was he going to go? I wonder if he's just going to stay at a hotel for a few nights or maybe he's gonna stay with a friend who doesn't go to this University. I frown when I realise that Luke's only friends are literally two buildings away from me, so there was no one else who he would be staying with.

I have spent the last few days in dorm room, mostly alone when everyone had classes. Michael would come over and see me every day and spend a few hours with me and Whitney would see me after class for an hour before she went out with Calum. I haven't been to class since Luke has left, mainly because I didn't feel like talking to anyone and besides, if I did go, it's not like anything would register in my head anyway, I'm clouded with thoughts of Luke Fucking Hemmings.

It has been three days since Luke had left and I still didn't know where he was. Michael was being very hesitant about telling me where he was, apparently it was some place that he didn't think Luke would want me. I can't think of a single place that Luke wouldn't want me to go with him, although right now, I understand that he doesn't want to see me.

I have been everywhere Luke has for the last month; I mean, I've been with him to see his drug dealer for fuck sake. Luke has never stopped me from going somewhere with him. So why can't I go to this place?

"Michael, where has Luke gone?" I suddenly asked after what seemed like forever. Michael was sitting on Whitney's bed, playing on his phone and trying to entertain himself while I sat and tried to work out where Luke had gone.

Michael looked up at me, a sympathetic smile gracing his lips. "Sorry, Mia, but you know he told me not to tell you."

My heart cracked a little bit more at Michael's words. Luke doesn't want me to follow him. He has specifically told Michael that he doesn't want me to know where he is, supposedly because he thinks I will follow him.

Not going to lie, it's very possible. If I did know where Luke was, there was good chance that I would drive there and demand answers. There were so many questions circling my head and only Luke could answer them.

Did he really not want to see me that bad that he told his best friend to hide where he is from me? I must have scared him off pretty bad, huh?

I turned back to Michael, tears welling in my eyes as I force the words out of my mouth. "Has he gone to San Francisco?"

When I realised that there was no one here who Luke would willingly go to, I thought to who were the most important people in his life. His little brother and sister. In some ways I'm happy to know that he is going to see them, even though I know he is terrified to do so, yet I'm broken because he would rather be there with the siblings he's scared he will hurt than here with me.

"How do you know about San Fran?" Michaels eyes widened as he looks at me, his phone completely forgotten by now.

I stare at Michael, confusion overcoming me. I was sure that Luke would have told Michael about the fact that I knew about his home life when they had that chat the other week. I guess not. "Luke told me."

"Okay, Mia, how much about Luke do you actually know?"

His question caught me off guard. Why was how much I knew about Luke so important? I mean, I know it is unheard of for Luke to open up to people, so Michael is most likely talking about that, but why would he find it so hard to believe that Luke would open up to me?