help //m.c.\\

chapter twenty-four

         When I was done shopping, I had so many bags with me. I couldn't wait to show them off. I knew I looked good as fuck in them too. I was very content with what I did today. I called a cab and used the some of the money I had left. Hamlet was good too. He didn't terrorize anyone so I'm okay with him. The apartment door was locked and I couldn't find my key so I knocked. The door opened and revealed the person I didn't want it to. He opened it and I looked down. I tried to walk past, but he stopped me instead. He grabbed my jaw so that I could look up at him. Michael studied my expression and soon realized he couldn't read it. I shoved past him and walked to my room. I threw all of the bags on the floor and plopped down on my bed.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I said talking deep breaths. Luke walked in and laid down beside me.

"How was your shopping?" He asked looking at all of the bags on the floor.

"Successful." I smiled.

"I got all my shirts big so that you can wear them too if you want." I looked at him and his face lit up.

"What did you get?" He said looking up. All of the bags were dumped out in a split second. He looked through all of them and put them in piles of which ones he liked the most and the not so much ones.

"I'll be here in the morning for an outfit." He said and I laughed.

"Teegan, you remember that promise I made?" I nodded.

"I'm keeping it. No matter what."

"That's what someone else said." I mumbled, hoping that he wouldn't hear me.

"What was that?" He looked at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing."

"Why don't you tell me anything anymore? We used to share everything."

"Yeah, before you left."

"Just tell me what happened between you and Michael."

"Nothing happened, Luke. If something did, I probably still wouldn't tell you, but that doesn't mean anything."

"What the fuck happened with you guys? What did he do to you? If he hurt you, I'm going to kill him. Oh my god, I shouldn't have ever been friends with him." He got up and was starting to get frustrated.

"Do you hear yourself? You and Mike are best friends. He didn't do anything. Stop worrying about me so much, Luke. I'll be okay."

"Yeah, the last time you said that, you were stabbed in the back. I have to worry about you. I left you and you got hurt. I don't want that to happen again, Teegan. Now, if you would please tell me what happened between you and Michael."

"If I tell you, it will upset you and I don't want that."

"So he did do something."

"Lucas, shut up."

"Just tell me."

"Well, after I gave you guys the waters, I tripped and Harry caught me. He kissed me, but I didn't kiss back. Michael and I had just had a talk about how I didn't like Harry and I wanted him and not Harry. There was no way on hell that I was going to kiss Harry back. Michael was watching and when he took me back in that room to talk, he didn't believe me. He got really pissed and wouldn't let me talk. He called me names and I just took it. I wanted him to believe me so I walked up to him, but he shoved me back and I fell into a lamp. That's why I have cuts on my hand. Luke, I like him, a lot. I told him how I manage to fuck up everything and he promised me that he  wouldn't let it happen. That promise was broken. I fucked it up. He isn't ever going to talk to me again, Luke. I can't live like that." I looked down and I could feel tears now dripping down my cheeks.

"I don't know what to do. Its hurting me just to be in the same room as him. He told me he was done with me and I can't fucking handle that. I want him to want me. I can't do this." I grabbed my phone and ran to the bathroom. I locked the door before Luke could get in.

"Teegan, let me in. Don't do anything you'll regret. Please let me in." I blocked out as much as I could and looked in the mirror. He doesn't want me. He never will. I can't except that. I shouldn't be fucking crying over a guy. You're so fucking stupid. I put my hands in my hair and slid down the door.

"Listen to me, Teegan, its okay. Stop crying please. You're okay. Shh. Let me in, please." I just sat there and listened to him. I didn't have enough energy to do anything right now. I missed my mom. I wish she was here so that I could tell her all of my problems and everything would be okay. I could tell Luke was still on the other side of the door. I knew he wasn't leaving until I came out. Shit, I needed to get ready for the concert tonight. I could hear someone yelling Luke's name. It sounded like Calum. He said they needed to get ready so that they can leave. When Cal left, Luke knocked on the door.

"Will you let me in now?" I moved and opened the door. He just sat there and stared at me. He looked hurt and his eyes got glossy. He crawled over and sat next to me. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Luke."

"For what? You didn't do anything."

"You shouldn't have to deal with my shit."

"I live to deal with your shit." He laughed. I hugged him and he squeezed me.

"We need to get ready." I got up and he followed me. I grabbed my new Green Day shirt and a pair of skinny jeans that had on leg black and the other leg was black and white stripes. I wasn't going to put any makeup on because I didn't care. I put my hair up in a pony tail. I don't want to talk to any of the boys. I just wanted to prevent more shit happening. Boys would be the death of me.