the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 18

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[Luke's P.O.V.]

What the fuck just came out of Michael's mouth? Did he just say that he'd promise to not let Ashton kiss me too? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Have they kissed? They better not have fucking kissed, or else I'll fuck break Ashton's neck! Please.. no one tell me that they've kissed... please.

"Too?" I croak, my voice shaking. In fact, my whole body shaking by now. I swear, if Michael and Ashton kissed... I'll be heartbroken.

"Um... Luke... the other night... a-a- few nights ago... he kind of kissed me...but I didn't kiss him back! I almost did, I mean he's attractive and cute and stuff, but I'm with you!" My mouth drops open and the air is taken out of me. Michael almost kissed Ashton, but didn't. He called him attractive too! What the fuck is going on?

"You almost kissed him?!? What the fuck? How could you even think of kissing him back?" My eyes flicker to the floor. I don't want to look at him; right now he's making me sick.

"Y-yeah, but I-I didn't.. Luke-" He stammers. I can tell that he's about to break, but I could care less at this point. He shouldn't even have thought about kissing another guy, when he's with me.

"No! No fucking buts!" I shout, now standing up from my spot on the couch and hovering over him.

"I thought that you actually loved me. But I was wrong. Dead wrong. Pack your fucking things, we're leaving... now." I storm off and lock myself in my room. I need some time to think. Surely he didn't want to kiss Ashton back, he was just 'caught up in the moment' I guess. All of this doesn't make sense.

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"Ash, pack your things, we're leaving now. Tell Calum too." I say.

"Um, why?" He answers, scratching his head, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Just do it. Oh yeah, and don't even think about talking to me after this conversation." I scold.

"I-I'm confused. If this is about... you know, I'm sorry. Real sorry." He looks down, cheeks already stained with tears.

"Just fucking pack your things you fucking dick! Just shut up, shut up, shut up!" I slam my fist against the wall and I hear him bolt up out of his seat, hurrying over to his suitcase, packing his things. He's terrified of me.

That's great.

That was my plan, after all.

I slide my hand off the wall and make my back downstairs. I wonder if Michael is bawling his eyes out. I hope he is... and I hope he isn't. I want him to feel guilty, but at the same time, it makes my heart break in two to see him upset. Maybe he didn't mean to "almost" kiss him back; or even be in that situation in the first place.

No Luke, he meant it.

"Care to explain Luke?" A angry Calum asks from behind me.

"Nope. Just get ready to leave." I reply, not bothering to turn around. I don't want to look anybody in the eyes right now, much less talk.

"Whatever." He snaps. The sound of his footsteps decrease and I sigh. Thank god he's gone. Damn, that boy can be annoying sometimes.

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