Fake Dating // luke brooks // [coming soon]

Prologue

     "You're so sensitive," Luke snickered. I rolled my eyes and swatted him on the arm. "Hey, hey, it was just a joke. Jeez." How can he be so immature? Please, Daniel is more mature than- no wait, I forgot. None of them are. 

      I walked over to the door and leaned myself against the door frame. Then I asked the question that has been in mind for the past few months. "Why you even make this bet in the first place? My mom thinks I lost all my respect for myself, my step-dad cares less than he did before about me, people at Uni think I'm a slut, and my friends are barely there for me anymore!" Anger filled in the place of my curiousity which was once there. He shoved his hands in his jean pockets.

      "Why are you doing this to me?" I felt my eyes beginning to water. "You ruined my reputation. I had a good life, not until you made this stupid bet of yours! Why do you always hurt me! Why do I always have to be taken advantage of! Why am I always the foolish one!' I wanted to run. To get away from what's happening, to be free from Luke, to cry without anyone seeing me. My life is already jacked up, who knows if it can become even more pointless. "Was this your idea? To make sure my life wasn't perfect? Did you want to be forever broken? Are you that cruel, Luke? Are you? 'Cause it seems to me that you are!" 

        Where could I run off to?, a voice in my head ponders. Yeah, where could I? I only had four friends left and three of them isn't even in town. I guess I have to go to Dawn's house then. Hopefully she will let me stay there for a bit . . .  There is no other chioce. At least it's better than nothing.

          Beads of sweat start to form at the top of my forehead. I quickly bundled up my hair into a high pony-tail from the extra hair-tie that was wrapped around my wrist. The tension just kept getting higher and highter; it was unbearable. I couldn't take the fact anymore that Luke wasn't responding to me. He's been silent for the last five minutes. It's killing me.

         If he's not going to reply, I might as well just leave, I said in my head. I forced my feet to move over to my closet. I picked out my grey micky mouse sweater my cousins got me from their recent trip to Disneyland. I slipped it on, over my peach coloured tank top. They, my cousins, asked me if I could come with, but I was too into this bet, I ignored them completely and said, 'I'll go with you guys next time. Uni gives me tons of homeowork everyday, I can't keep up with it!" I basically lied straight to their faces. The sad part is, this isn't the first time I've lied to them. This is the one hundredth time I've lied to them (no exaggeration intended). I lied to my one year old and six year old cousins so much. What kind of older cousin am I? They expect me to be a role model. I'm not acting as a role to them as I think I am. In fact, I'm way farther than a role model. I'm a bad influence to them. They deserve someone better. How ignorrant I was. They even suggested they would pay for my ticket. Let's put this down on my list of mistakes. 

          "Are you going to answer me or not?" I mumbled as I adjusted my teel leggings. Good thing I decided to put waterproof eyeliner and mascara today. Just the tears surrounding the edges of my eyes could make the makeup smear. Luke rocked back and forth of his heels. 

           He stayed silent. If that's the way how he wants it, he can get it. I understand perfectly now. He used me. He showed me off to his friends, he used me to see my reaction whenever we 'kissed'. I'm so stupid. Peyton, just leave. Now. 

            I left. I left Luke in that room, I walked away from him, I wasn't near him anymore.

            The ache in my chest seemed to grow bigger. Tears were building up all over again. I needed to let go. To let out my emotions.

            I threw my stuff into my rented Ford and scrambled inside. 

           After that, I cried.