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Chapter 3

 The character of lukes girlfriend isn't actually like that but only a figment of my imagination please do not take it any seriously :) thank you enjoy xx

*Recap*

''hey everyone left so its just gonna be you and me here, but I should warn you that some of my friends are coming over and the things we say aren't exactly in your age oh yeah and also my girlfriend is coming over'' he said in one swift

''alright'' I said as I sunk down into the bed and watched as he left the room.

Lukes pov ~Now

I went downstairs and set up the things I had needed for my friends and my girlfriend to come over, I headed upstairs to my room and changed my shirt quickly but then I heard the doorbell ring and I haven't even changed my shirt yet because I couldn't find the one I needed, it was the one Aleisha had bought for me and she always liked it when I wore it

I hurried into Maya's room and told her to answer the door for me because I know how impatient my friends or girlfriend whichever came first, they are impatient when it comes to waiting, she agreed and scurried downstairs. Im surprised she didn't hesitate or argue about getting the door for me that was nice for a change .

I looked all over my room and spotted the plaid shirt from underneath my bed but it was dirty and dusty so I had to just throw on a plain white tank top on, I know how much Aleisha wont like that, she likes it when I wear the shirt she bought me because she says i 'look attractive wearing it'

i hurried downstairs to see what was happening and i saw maya sitting on the couch next to ashton one of my band mates and a really close friend, it was the first time i had notice maya smiling with her eyes and i think ash took notice of it.

~Maya's pov~

i was about to grab my book of poems when the door burst open revealing a shirtless Luke saying he needed me to open the door for him and i didn't hesitate nor argue with him, im just afraid that if i argue he will hurt me im not exactly use to living without punishment. i always get punished and they are usually ending up with me kneeling down on little crystals of sugar and after an hour of that i would have to clean it all up and buy knew sugar from the little shop that about 45 minutes away from where i lived, or i would usually be locked in a dark room for days without food or water , the darkness part i actually didn't mind at all the dark comforts me in some sort of way.

I went down and opened the door to see three boys around Luke's age, they looked surprise to see me; a child opening the door. ''well who are you?'' one with dark blond hair and flashing dimples on his cheeks asked ''i-uh im M-Maya'' i said a bit unsure of what might have happened i don't know these people and for all i know they could be rapists or criminals although they didn't dress like a criminal nor a rapist and they seemed friendly, something about all of them were inviting except on with blond hair with a black stripe in the middle of his head; making it look like a skunk had a baby.

They all took a sit and i sat next to the one who spoke to me '' I'm Ashton by the way'' he said, he was actually quite good looking; adorable to be precise ''and im claum'' the one with black hair said sitting next the skunk hair kid ''and i am michael'' the other one said. When i looked at ashton he was really cute and i couldn't keep my eyes off him. These sort of feelings are knew to me seeing as i never went to school and never really socialized with anyone in like ever!

i was the maid/slave/dog/disgrace/immigrant of the house i use to live in, when i think about it i actually do love my family but i also don't miss them at all. no loud screaming, no more me sobbing into the disgusting pillow i had in that god forsaken shitty room i was living in, i don't even think the word 'room' is even appropriate to use.