Remmington's School for Troubled Teens

Chapter 24

Luke's POV

I made her cry.

I could hear her sobbing in her room, but I didn't know why. What did I say? I kept replaying our argument in my mind, going over all of the things we both said to each other.

I hated the fact that she couldn't talk to me, that she felt like she couldn't share anything with me. I didn't want to know things about her just so I could know, I wanted to know things about her because I knew she needed help. She needed help coping with things, I just didn't know what those things were.

I knew that the last thing I said to her was that I didn't know if she was a virgin. After I said that, she ran away from me, into her room.

Scarlett always got nervous when we kissed, and I did too, just not like her. I got the feeling that she felt unsafe and worried when we kissed or when things got heated. With us, things would go so fast so quickly, and that scared her. I knew when to stop now, I could tell by her body language. I could sense it.

Today, I was jealous, and I wanted to show her that she was my girl, and no one else's. I wanted her to know that I could make her heart race, that I could make her feel like no one else could. But I knew she wasn't ready for that, and I respected that fact.

I thought she got nervous because she was a virgin. Because she hadn't had a boyfriend before and the only other person she ever kissed was some drunk lowlife at a party when she was thirteen.

But I was beginning to think that maybe she wasn't a virgin and ran out because she was embarrassed, because she didn't want me to know. I didn't care if she was or wasn't, I just wanted to know what made her so upset.

I was sitting at a bar that I frequented when I was sixteen. I had only been at the school for a few months when I found it. I found out that if you paid the bar tender enough, he wouldn't check for your ID. That was a good thing for a teenage alcoholic.

I sat there and ordered a water, losing myself in my thoughts. I hoped Scarlett was okay, but I got the feeling that she didn't want to see me.

I was so angry at myself for making her cry like that. I punched a few holes in my wall and then drove here. I don't know why though, I quit drinking months ago, and if I had one drink, it would lead to a whole lot more.

But I wanted to take my mind off of it, off of our argument and the fact that I made her upset.

One or two drinks wouldn't hurt. I thought to myself.

So I ordered a beer and I people watched. Making up stories for each person that passed by me. But after I finished my second beer and was about to order a third, I got a call from Kace.

"Dude! Where are you?" He yelled over the phone.

"I'm at Lucky's. Why?" I asked him.

"Wow, you guys really are alike..." He mumbled over the phone. I was confused until I heard screaming and a crash in the back ground, followed by some Amy Winehouse song.

Scarlett.

"What is she drinking?" I asked him with dread in my voice.

"She found the vodka..." He told me, and that was enough to make me hang up the phone. I stood up, left my money on the bar and walked to my car.

I felt a small buzz but not enough of one to hinder my driving or my thought process. I just wanted to get home and see Scarlett. I needed to make sure that she was okay. I hoped she hadn't hurt herself, but Faye told me she found all of her razors and threw them out. She hid the knives too, so everyone else in the house knew where they were except for Scarlett.