Second Chances

Chapter 7

Mackenzie knew she had to talk to Luke about what Ashton told her, but part of her knew that Luke wouldn't want to talk. She had a hard time falling back asleep after her talk with Ashton. When the door opened at 4:32am, she was the first one down the stairs to greet Luke. "We need to talk."

"About what?" Luke asked, hanging his keys on the hook with the designated L.

"Your feelings for me and what you told Ashton." Mackenzie could see the shift in his demeanor. His eyes grew dark, and his shoulders tensed.

"Look, I'm really tired we'll talk later okay." Luke started up the stairs slightly pushing her out of the way, stopping when Mackenzie grabbed him.

"You do not get to make excuses right now, Luke. We need to talk about this." Mackenzie demanded, blocking Luke from getting up the stairs.

"Mackenzie, get out of my way. I'm going to sleep." Luke's nostrils flared as he looked at her. He ripped his arm out of her grip and pushed past her and trudging up the stairs to his room. He slammed his door and threw his fist into the wall.

"Luke! What the fuck did I tell you about punching the fucking walls?!" John yelled from his room next door. "The sun isn't even fucking up yet and your temper is already through the roof!"

"John Feldmann, shut the fuck up before I shove my entire fist down your fucking throat!" Luke yelled back.

"Boys! That is enough!" Bryana screamed. "I swear to God, I will drop kick the next person that makes a sound!"

"Michael smells like ass sweat!" Calum yelled, joining the riot.

"Calum, you fucking prick!" Michael yelled, holding back laughter. Mackenzie could hear Luke's laugh along with them as Bryana let out a frustrated cry. She must have been in Ashton's room since Mackenzie didn't see her come in the door that night. Mackenzie sighed and walked back to her room. This was something she did not want to get used to. She knew the boys had a weird relationship with each other and loved each other, but it seemed like Luke expressed his feelings to them more than her, when he supposedly still loved her. She shook her head and climbed into bed, pulling the blankets over her head, trying to get comfortable. Within a few minute there was a knock at her door.

"Kenzie, it's Bryana. Can I come in?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. Mackenzie made a sound of confirmation and Bryana slowly opened the door. She walked over to Mackenzie and carefully got into bed with her. "What's up with you and Luke now?"

"The same thing as always. He won't fucking talk to me." Mackenzie rolled her eyes and pulled the blankets up higher over her head. "Why can't he just tell me the truth one fucking time?"

"He's doing his best, Kenz. He's trying to keep you safe." Bryana sighed, wrapping her arms around Mackenzie. "And, it's working, isn't it?"

"I don't care about my safety right now. I care about Luke telling me how he actually feels about me." She sighed. "If anything, I want him to tell me everything he can't stand about me."

"How about you tell me everything you can't stand about him." Bryana suggested, holding her close before letting her go to give her space to get comfortable.

"Well, for starters, I hate how he can never tell me how he feels. I hate the way he buys everything for me, like I can't get anything for myself. I hate how he expects me to just forgive him and trust him like nothing happened. I hate that he gets hurt and acts like it's nothing. But, most of all, I hate that I love him." Her voice cracked and tears welled up in her eyes. "I hate that I can't stop loving him." She sniffled and wiped her eyes. Little did she know, Luke was standing outside of her room the entire time, hearing every word she said, letting every word soak into his bloodstream until she was all he could think about.