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the struggles of a cheap ass bitch

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the struggles of a cheap ass bitch

Luke's POV

"Holy shit, why didn't you mention prom earlier!?" I yelled at Calum, he shrugged holding his hands up under pressure. "There's been banners for months" he commented and I resisted the urge to punch him. "Probably because you've been sucking Andrea's face every chance you got" Ashton chuckled and I shot him a glare, but it softened at the sound of Andrea's voice.

I missed her, I should go take her out for lunch, or atleast eat with her - poor girl is always working. "Bro! Come on" Calum laughed again snapping me out of my thoughts.

"What's going on with you and that girl? Do you like.. Love her?"

A silence fell over us but was interrupted by Melissa swinging her legs into the bench. "Don't sound so intimidated, Hood" she joked, flashing him a smug smile and pulling out a muffin. Michael wrapped a arm around her and pecked her lips lightly, looks like their finally a thing.

"Anyways, no. I do not love Andrea, she's just really hot, and a really good kisser, and really nice, and smells really good. I should go say hi" I began to stand up but Ashton pulled me back down.

"You need to figure out this prom thing first, do you think she'll agree on a 2 day notice?"

"Yeah" I said in a high-pitched voice. "When you talk like that, it usually means your lying" Ashton fired back and Mel giggled. "It'll be fine, she's spontaneous, it'll be cute, it's kind of our thing."

"I'd hate to meet this she your cheating on me with" a voice was heard behind me I whipped my head around to see Andrea standing behind me with a smile on her face. "Hey baby" I smiled, patting a spot next to me and she sat down on the edge of the full bench.

"Hey" she waved slightly to the group of people staring at her with huge smiles on their faces. "Oh, this is Mel and Ashton. And you met the other two idiots." I joked and she laughed.

"Hey Ashton, Hey.. Melissa? Hey, I haven't seen you since like 9th grade. How are you?" She said excitedly. "I thought you moved."

"No, I just joined the computer club. Met this geek and never left" she pointed to Michael beside her and chuckled. "What about you?"

"Oh well, Jayla graduated, AJ moved to a different state, and Belly dropped off the face of the earth - so since then I didn't really find a reason to socialize so I started working at the library. Free coffee, volunteer hours, and two credits."

"Is that where you met this gem" she said sarcastically glancing at me and I laughed.

"Surprisingly, yeah" I joked, "you guys are so unappreciative" Michael pouted.

"And I am so single." Calum said in a sad voice biting into his sandwich. Ashton began telling a story when Andrea reached over and grabbed my hand, I smiled sneaking a kiss onto her lips. "Hey, is there a chance you could get a dress in two days notice?"

"Luke, I'm the daughter of a boss. I can get a wedding dress in two hours notice."

"I hope the place has prom dresses" I smirked.

"Luke Hemmings, are you asking me to prom?" She questioned.

"Yup."

"Well, sadly. I agree." She smiled and I leaned into another kiss, she placed her warm hand on my neck, making me melt under her touch. It hurt to know that there's a 99.9% chance I was never going to see Andrea again after this week. Maybe she didn't have to find out. Maybe I didn't have to get the key? Maybe I could talk to the guy?

I caught myself thinking back to what Ashton said, did I love Andrea?

Andrea's POV

"I hate everything in this store!" I groaned to Jayla.

"Promzilla, relax. We dealt with your hair - you know that's the first issue. And we will deal with this, chill bro" Jayla chuckled placing a hand of support on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes, because I knew she was right, and kept flipping through the rack. Once o had my four I went in for another round.

The first dress only stuck to every cell of cellulite to ever exist on my body so that's a no, the second was cute but wasn't something I'd want to wear, and the third was a short black dress with trimming on the sides - it looked good on me, and the fourth made me look like a cupcake.

"Thoughts?" I came out again with third dress.

"Not bad, it's sexy" She nodded in agreement. "Want a picture?"

"Yeah, what pose should I do?"

"Go for natural, leg out, have your hand like rest over- perfect, pop the booty, gimme some shoulder. Beautiful now hold your neck high and like look at the floor- beautiful! Fuck it up Dree, yes. Pose for him! Work for him! Girl, yes. Fuck it up, Dree. Fuck it up, Dree. Look at that ass, fuck it up, fuck it-"

"Excuse me?" A sales lady clicked her heels between me and Jayla, "are you going to buy that one?" She asked.

"Oh, um. Yeah." I smiled feeling the fabric again.

"Perfect, just take it off and meet me at the counter. We'll take care of everything else."

I laughed to myself before walking back into the change room and taking off the dress, when I returned to find Jayla flicking through my phone. "What are you doing?" I asked and she giggled.

"Hm? What? Nothing." She said so guiltily, immediately switching off the phone and I rolled my eyes snatching it from her. "Those pictures turned out great by the way" Jayla commented leading us towards the line.

"Really?" I mumbled, unlocking the phone and looking at the hundreds Jayla took. I picked one that I liked and crawled over to IMessage, sending it to Luke. He replied immediately.

From: Luke
well fuck.

From: Luke
when are you getting home mami

To: Luke
we're in line but my family is home so don't just waltz over prince charming

From: Luke
what's that's supposed to mean

To: Luke
my father will kill you

To: Luke
and I rather this dress not go to waste

From: Luke
i hate you

To: Luke
right back at you breadstick

From: Luke
your so hot

From: Luke
ik that's random just want you to know

To: Luke
im well aware

"Hey! Idiot, let's go" Jayla called me, shit i zoned out.

"Wait, you paid for the dress?"

"My treat."

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