You're supposed to be mine.

Chapter 11

Sorry guys, this is a bit rubbish! Just a wee filler chapter to get the story going, hehehe! Hope you enjoy it anyway!

Chapter 11

I still had Aaron's jacket on, and somehow through the course of the night I managed to poke my arms through the sleeves. Every time I turned round I inhaled the strong aftershave radiating from his jacket. It smelt like it was dear but I'm no expert, so who knows. I didn't see him the rest of the night. Me, Brooke and our friends all just danced and had a few shots. In fact, I can't even remember seeing Alexandra or even mingling with anyone from school. I just couldn't be bothered, I didn't even want to come in the first place, but I didn't moan. The hours seemed to fly by..

"Oh, Eboni." Brooke began.

She was drunk, and I had to lead her over to the nearest free seats to stop her from falling all over the place in her high shoes. I knew I was the sensible one but wearing flats! Unfortunately, the nearest seats had to be outside, and it was perishing!

"Hey" she started again, after I ignored her the first time. She was blabbing on, telling me how much she adored me - what a sook! "I thinkkkk.."

She took a big gulp of her drink and set the empty cup on the ground at her feet before looking up at me with a twisted expression on her face which suggested she didn't like what she was drinking. "What do you think?"

"I looooove you." she smiled a creepy smile, and it emphasised how drunk she really was. "You're my best friend, Ebs. I don't know what I would doooo.. If I didn't have yoooou!" also, Brooke had a habit of dragging a word out when she was intoxicated with alcohol.

"Mmm" I just shook my head at her.

"You know.." she pointed a finger towards my face, "oops-"

Before I could even make an attempt to catch her, her heel slid beneath her and she was on the ground in fits of giggles. Only someone like Brooke would be able to lose her balance and fall whilst sitting down! Idiot.

After she stopped giggling, she attempted to push herself up and I simply watched in amusement when she failed. It seemed all she had the energy to do was look at the ground in front of her with a slight pouted lip and sigh.

"Honestly, how am I going to get you home?" I asked, more to myself than Brooke, as I lightly tapped my chin with my index finger.

"Oh, sorry." a familiar male voice whispered, sounding apologetic. I turned in my seat to see someone's head peeking out the door.

"No worries." I smiled although it was dark. And it was too dark to see who it was at the door.

"Hhhh-hey, handsome.." Brooke half purred, half slurred, attempting to stand up. I wasn't sure she knew who she was talking to be whoever it was came outside and walked over ti her side.

Oh my.

It was Luke! He looked even more gorgeous under the moonlight. Cheesy, I know. But.. Just wow! I would honestly give anything just to hear him speak again.

Brooke looked up at him, helpless, and he gave a low husky chuckle before placing his hands under each elbo and pulled her up in one swift movement. It was like she weighed nothing. Oh, his muscles! And his voice...

It took me a few moments to realise I was being spoken to, and reluctantly pulled myself from my own wee world and dragged my eyes away from his clearly tonnes stomach.

Brooke was crouched down, her face in mine and he hand waving backwards and forward in front of my eyes, looking a little annoyed.

"What's your problem? You're like a crazy rabbit caught in headlights! Come on," she grabbed my hand impatiently and pulled me up "Luke offered to take us home."