the kink club • luke hemmings ✔️

35. the one where april barges in.

chapter thirty-five:
the one where april barges in.

"Where's Luke? I need to talk to him," April pushes past me, the edge of her palm digging into my shoulder as I dodge to the side to avoid getting knocked over. Frowning, I shut the door behind her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Where's Luke?" she ignores my question, using her own to counteract it. I fold my arms.

"April, you can't just barge into my apartment like that."

"You let me in."

"No, I didn't,"

"The door was open and you saw it was me on the other side. Of course I'd come in," she scoffs, daintily folding her arms across her chest. I just roll my eyes, not in the mood for her attitude because the last time we spoke was the last time I hoped to ever see the girl.

"I know Luke's home. His car's parked outside," April tells me, in an interrogative tone. Then she pauses, her dark eyes scanning my figure in a way that reminds me of a predator scoring it's prey. "Is that his shirt?"

"N-"

"That's his shirt," she frowns, tugging at the sleeve. My eyebrows raise as I yank my arm away from her.

"Can you not touch me?"

"Can you tell me where he is?"

"In the bedroom. I'll go get him now," I say, my voice unsure and- in all honesty- a tiny bit terrified. "Just... stay here."

"Where else would I go?" she grimaces.

I give her no reply, knowing that she's on the edge and the smallest thing probably has the biggest ability to set her off. She's been buzzing with energy- even if it is the negative kind- since she came in through the front door, and I don't really want to be on the receiving end of that.

Knocking on the bedroom door, I poke my head around it. Luke's sprawled out across the mattress, his lanky limbs hanging off the side, blue eyes trained on the ceiling in utter concentration.

Upon hearing me enter, he glances up, a wide smile on his face. "Did you get it?" he asks me, shifting to the other side to make room for me to lie down. I stay where I am, no doubt confusing him.

"It's April," I tell him, leaning against the doorframe. Luke furrows his eyebrows. "She wants to see you."

"April?" he repeats, slowly sitting up. "April as in, work April?"

"Kinky April, yeah."

"Now she's Kinky April? Jesus," Luke shakes his head, ruffling his messy blond hair with his free hand. "Do you know what she wants?"

"She won't tell me. She wants to see you," I reply, widening the space of the door for him. He stands up from the bed, stretching and looking at me skeptically.

"What?" I ask.

"It's probably about her subscription," he sighs. "I kinda quit on her."

"She's getting her money back though, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she is. It's just knowing April, money's not enough," Luke drapes a lazy arm across my shoulder and although I relax into him, my stomach still feeld queasy knowing that the girl he used to have sex with for money is currently waiting for us in the living room.

We make our way there, my nerves balancing how cool and collected Luke is. It's like everything in the universe has been flipped upside down; I shouldn't be this nervous, or this reluctant to listen to what April has to say, but I am.