Rian's Point of View:
"What the hell was that?" I questioned both Mike and Luke. Though, I looked towards Michael as I said it since this was my first time meeting Luke.
The boys glared at each other through the corner of their eyes. "Maybe if Luke wasn't such an ass, we wouldn't be in this situation," Michael muttered. Luke stayed silent. It was a smart move, too.
"Well I hope you know you just severely pissed her off," I scolded them, "Hell, I don't know her that well, but I could see it."
"Well, I honestly don't give a shit if she's mad!" Luke burst out suddenly, "She doesn't understand that I do things for her."
"Oh? And how are you doing this for her?" Michael shot, his voice laced with pure hate.
"I don't want her hanging out with you, you asshole," Luke hissed, venom dripping from his words, "First of all, you're flat out rude. Do you have any respect for others? You're always assuming things about others and you're never willing to actually give them a shot, so you act like a complete prick. Second, you act like you're better than everyone. You're just Mr. Perfect and Mr. Rebel. It's not cool in anyway, it gives you a terribly conceited image. Third of all, you don't think before you act. It's terrible. How can I trust you with my sister's heart when I can't trust that you won't break it? Huh?"
"Is that what you think?" Mike growled, swiveling to face Luke and clenching his fists at his side. Luke looked him in the eyes with such confidence, I was scared of what would happen. Calum placed his hand on my arm soothingly, making me remember he was right there. I leaned into his touch, watching the both of them intently. "I am not the ass you are. I'm not a fucking control freak who tries to make others do exactly what I want. I don't force people to like me. And I sure as hell don't antagonize people. I'm not annoying and whiny like you are."
Luke chuckled, but it wasn't humorous. It was bitter. "You don't understand how bad I just want to-"
"Just want to what?" Michael barked, "Do it, Hemmings. Fight me. I fucking dare you."
That was the last straw for Luke. He pounced on Michael, knocking the older lad over. Michael gave a small yelp of surprise, stumbling back a bit. Luke raised his hand, but Michael beat him to it, punching him square in the nose.
"No!" I shrieked, dashing towards them. I grabbed Michael's hand that was about to strike Luke again. Michael swung around suddenly and unleashed a harsh blow across my cheek. I let go of him, clattering to the floor in shock. My cheek stung with a throbbing pain and I reached up to cup my face, wincing as my hand came into contact with the injury. I could feel my eyes burning, but I refused to cry.
"Rian!" Calum squeaked, "Michael, what the fuck was that?!" I looked up at Michael. His eyes were no longer filled with rage and hate. Instead, they were filled with shock and his eyes darted wearily from his hand to me.
"I... I..." He stuttered. Calum came and sat beside me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him.
"See what I mean, Michael?" Luke spat, "You don't think before you act. Now look what you've done."
"I-I didn't mean to, I-I just... I..." Michael stuttered. I was trying to find my words as well, but I was having trouble comprehending what had just happened. Did Michael really just... hit me?"
"What is going on out here?!" All the heads swiveled to see Layla, now back from her bedroom. She was hand in hand with that Ashton kid. Michael looked wounded and humiliated. Before anything else could be said or done, he took off, running right out of the house.
