"We would be horrible spies" Dani is the first to break the awkward silence that had been glooming since Michael and Kasey left the scene.
"Not Cat. She's small, and looks good in black" Ashton chimed in, sending a wink my way.
"Yeah, she's flexible too." Luke counteracts, glaring at Ashton, and gripping my waist tightly. I elbow him slightly in the stomach as if telling him "shut the fuck up" or "chill the fuck out" the tension in the slim hallway was thick enough to cut with a knife, and everyone knew it.
"Well... I need a refill..." Calum speaks just before turning on his heel and walking out.
"Uhm... Me too." Dani gives me a small, awkward smile and scurries off after Calum.
"Im gonna go to the loo... dont wait up" Ashton states, quietly and walks off in the opposite direction of the kitchen.
"What the fuck, Luke?" I pounce on him as soon as Ashton is out of earshot.
"He was trying to make a move on you, are you that blind?" He half defends himself, half asks.
"Of course im not blind! He was kidding, hun. Trying to ease the tension, thats all!" Am I defending myself? Or Ash? "You KNOW I love you, and you KNOW I would never do that to you again."
"Do I? 'Cause I dont think I do." He looks down at his feet, as if trying to hold his feelings in.
"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt... Danielle is sick, can I borrow your keys to take her home?" Calum asks, his question directed at Luke.
"No, youve had too much to drink. Ill take her home, ive only had one. Plus, I could use the drive to clear my head." He responds, glancing at me briefly, then leaving the room.
"Fuck" I think to myself. "I need booze"
Six mixed drinks later, Ive entirely forgotten about the argument with Luke, and Im now dancing in the center of the common room. Feeling brave, I step up onto the coffee table, dragging a random guy with me. Only when I turn around, it's not a random guy. Its Ashton. I normally wouldnt "grind" on anyone other than My beloved boyfriend but hey, the entire senior class, plus half of the university's freshman class is cheering Ash and I on. Also, its not me grinding on Ashton, its the drunk version of me.
I do a little spin on the table, and instantly feel the entire contents of my stomach swash forward, causing me to jump off the table and run into the kitchen, emptying my stomach into the sink. Gross. I feel a large pair of hands grab my hair from the sides of my face, and hold it back. The same hands handing me a warm, damp washcloth after I was done vomiting, and the same hands that helped me up the stairs and into an empty bedroom to lay down.
"Thanks, Ash." I slur, giving him a gracious smile.
"You're welcome, beautiful." What? How? I havent looked in a mirror since we left my house, but im positive I dont look too hot at the moment. He on the other hand, damn. Stop it, Cat. You love Luke. Only Luke. But Ashton is here. He's always there. He's everywhere. Luke is never there when I need him. He's never able to talk, or to just hold me when I need to be held. Ashton has never let go.
"What are you thinking?" He asks me, noticing the undeniable uncertainty in my glossy eyes.
"I dont know..." you.
"Yes you do." He says, taking my face in his hands, and connecting our lips for a second time. I allow him access, and he deepens the kiss. I instinctively lift up the hem of his band tee, instructing for him to take it off. He obliges, tossing the shirt to the floor. He reaches back in an attempt to unlace my top but fails because of it being a corset. Breaking the kiss, I turn around so he can have a better view of the difficult laces, and at last, he gets it undone, and tosses it to the floor, near his shirt then quickly reconnects our lips, closing the gap between us.
Luke's pov:
"Hey, man, have you seen Cat anywhere?"
"Up the stairs, second door on the left. I think she got sick." Bryant, a classmate of mine informs me, I nod and jog up the steps.
Opening the door, I see a vision from my nightmares had come to reality. The love of my life, half naked, straddling my best mate. I lost my voice. I want to scream at them, tell them to stop, But I cant. All I can do is walk away, unnoticed.
Cat's pov:
Straddling Ash, I reach for the button of his black skinny jeans.
"Cat, stop." What?
"No, Ash. I want this." I say, continuing my actions.
"No, youre drunk. Im not sleeping with you when you're like this."
"You're right. I'm sorry." I say, embarrassed for making myself appear desperate.
"It's okay. Let's just focus on getting you home."
A/N
Ahhhh shit. This chapter kinda sucked but oh well. I dont really have much to say soooo hope you enjoy :)
Xo, Cat.
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أدب الهواةDue to her father's walking out and mother's world-traveling job, Cat Foster practically lives on her own in the suburbs of Brisbane, Australia. Her and her group of friends (Kasey, Dani, Luke, Calum, and Michael) and boyfriend (Ashton) deal with ma...
