How I hate him - ft. Luke Hemmings and 5sos

Mad

As soon as we walked in all the attention went to Luke. A lot of girls were giving him seductive looks, which made me sigh. Even after a month of us 'kinda but not really being together' Luke still had that 'Mister Universe' attitude sometimes, which he knew I hated. Nevertheless he couldn't stop himself from glaring at the girls and giving them that damned smile of his. He knew that he was good looking and knew he could use that to get whatever he wanted.
However, to my surprise, he actually walked over to them. I thought that he was past that and the fact that I had been mistaken made me really mad. But above all, it made me feel insecure and a little humiliated. 
Given the fact that I was powerless in this situation I made the decision to just follow my family. Luke could find me if he wanted to. He could've ignored those girls, but apparently he didn't want to.
Even after half an hour, there was no sign of Luke. Demi and I had gone our own way in the museum and I actually managed to have fun and not worry about Luke for a while. Only when my sister and I arrived at the exit to meet with our family I was reminded of him again. Andrew asked us if we had seen Luke, which I only could answer with no. 
"Okay, Jessy, why don't you go look for him?" We'll be waiting here. 
That was the last thing on my mind, but I knew there was no chance for me to say no. Instead I just nodded and headed back into the museum. Still no sign of Luke.
I then pushed open a random door that led to the south exit, and there he was...

His blonde hair was impossible to mistake and he was making out with a girl. He had her pushed against the wall and her hands were all over him. One of his hands were on her neck, just as he always did with me, and the other was under her shirt. If I hadn't been sent to look for him, who knows what would've happened...
Okay, stay calm, I told myself, because I would look like a jealous bitch if I blew up against him. 
I coughed a little, "Hey Luke," I said. That caught him off guard and he stumbled back. 
"Shit! Jessy, you scared the shit out of me!"
"Sorry," I fake-smiled, "But I'm afraid that you'll have to say goodbye to her. We were waiting for you. We're waiting at the main exit, okay? See you in a minute, but I really hope you don't finish that fast. If you do, I'll be so sorry for her," I gave her another fake-smile, "Well, I'm gonna walk now. See you!"
My blood was boiling, but I wasn't planning on showing it. 
After five minutes or so, Luke came walking to us. 
"Hey, did you find some merchandise?" I asked and he raised an eyebrow. The least I could do was cover for him. "Merch?" he finally realised that covering for him was exactly what I was doing, "Oh, not really no. Let's go, I'm hungry."

The eight of us went to eat some pizza, and when Luke held the door open for me, he placed his hand on my arm. I slapped it off. 
"I just wanted to say thanks." he whispered.
"You're welcome," I said, "Could you not touch me? I don't wawnt to catch an STD."
Quickly taking a seat next to Demi, I made sure Luke couldn't sit on the other side. He gestured for me to sit next to him, though. Had he really not gotten the message?
I was done talking to him. Maybe it was for the rest of the evening, maybe it was for the rest of the trip, I didn't know yet. However, I was not going to let this ruin the holiday for me. Amsterdam had been a city I had always wanted to visit and in the past, that had never been with him. So, I was going to have fun. Without him.
The pizza tasted like cardboard, though. The image of him sticking his tongue in that girl's throat had stuck with me, no matter how much I tried to push that to the back of my mind. 

When we got back to the hotel, I still hadn't spoken a word to him, but when I was about to open the door to my room, Luke stopped me.
"I don't want to talk to you." I snapped.
"Oh, but I don't want to talk to you," I said and pushed open the door. Luke was stronger, though. 
"Jess."
"It's Jessy for you." I said and he sighed.
"Jessy, look, I didn't want you to see that. I really like you, and I really care about you." 
I rolled my eyes at that.
"You're only sorry that you got caught? I just want to know one thing: Did you have sex with that girl or not?" I asked, knowing that I deep down I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear from him that I was not crazy.
"Yes, but..."
"Then go to hell with your 'I like you'. If I care about someone I don't do that! Care about me, my ass!" I screamed, not being able to hold myself back anymore. Before he could say anything else, I had slammed the door in his face.