Good Girls, Bad Guys (Lashton Love Triangle)

Good Girls, Bad Guys: Chapter 3

*Luke’s POV*

It had been over two weeks, and I still haven’t talked to (Y/N). My chest felt crushed and my lungs felt like the wind got knocked out of me every time I saw her in the halls. Ashton had only stayed even closer to her, and glared if I got near her. It hurt to know I wasn’t wanted by her.

This was the reason I was a jerk to girls in the first place. You only get close and when it doesn’t work out, you feel yourself shatter. And you can’t find every piece you started out with. The bell then rang, disrupting me from my train of thought. Now was time for 5th period Chemistry—the class I have (Y/N) for. I felt that out of breath feeling again, and those butterflies that feel more like daggers. I never wanted something so much yet wanted to run away as fast as possible. I got up from my seat with my binder and pen, leaving this class and into my next.

As I approached the doorway, (Y/N) walked in and Ashton walked past me. I knew that face of annoyance anywhere (given the fact I’ve caused so many). “Don’t you fucking try to get anywhere near her”, he threatened mumbled loud enough for me to hear. I ignored him, and entered. My eyes searched the room, and found hers. Her (Y/E/C) eyes looking into mine. I remembered the feeling of her soft skin on my lips, her warm mouth, how beautiful she looked when she came—how beautiful she looked now…

She tore her eyes away from mine, and that sunken feeling came back. I walked over to the desk behind her. “Hey (Y/N), how’s it going?” I asked, sitting down and tapping my pencil on my desk to no actual rhythm. She sat there, no words leaving her mouth, her posture tense. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey! You’re in my seat!” complained some guy in a green polo. “Oh well.” I shrugged, looking at him as if he was nothing. “Get out of my desk.”

“Get bent”, I responded, opening my binder. He flipped me off before walking away. “Asshole”, mumbled (Y/N). “Oh look, she talks after all. Are you okay?” I responded, and she turned around to look at me. “I’m fine Luke! Leave me alone; you know what Ashton said.” She turned back around, and I couldn’t help but say what was on my mind. “Is that his choice or yours?” I responded coldly. She stayed perfectly still, before he shoulders relaxed. “It’s mine. I don’t love you Luke. I never have, and I never will. You were nothing but a mistake.” She retorted.

I felt my eyes sting as they filled with tears. But instead of crying, I blacked out. And everything went red.