-chapter one-

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by irwins_cake

by irwins_cake

•EDITED•

•Amelia's Point Of View;•

Those dickheads left me.

So, here I am, stood in the middle of the party, squinting past the hoards of people, searching for someone who will love me.

"Yo, dude!" My best friend, Kelly, screamed over the music. "See anyone you like yet?"

I shook my head, after taking a few seconds to actually understand what she was saying. "Oh god, obviously not yet."

She rolled her eyes, and took another swig from her red solo cup. "I think I saw a cute guy at the bar. Go and check him out."

Shrugging, I left her to dance like a lunatic, and made my way over to the bar, staggering in my stilettos.

The deafening music quietened down the closer to the back of the house I got, and I was extremely relieved when I could virtually hear the banging tune as I took a seat at the shiny bar.

"I'll have a vodka and red bull, please."

A deep chuckle came from my right, but I ignored it, instead deciding to grab a straw from behind the counter. As I reached over, my knee made contact with the cool metal, and I hissed in pain. "Shit."

"Are you ok?"

I looked over at the boy sat next to me, before doing a double take.

Oh my holy mother of Mary.

He was bloody gorgeous.

Drool must've been dripping from my chin, as he gave me a funny look. I diverted my eyes to the bartender, who brought my drink back to me. I thanked him, and sipped at my beverage through the straw.

"Did you hurt your knee real bad?" I shook my head, staring into his crystal blue eyes. "But, it's bleeding."

Quickly looking down, my eyes widened in horror as scarlet liquid ran down my shin.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be sick." I covered my mouth as I heaved, ready to blow chunks right over his black vans.

"Here, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" The blond took my hand, and began to pull me off the stool.

"I don't even know your name, asshole. I'm not going anywhere with you." I argued, snatching back my arm and crossing them across my chest.

"Well, I'm Luke. And, if you don't let me clean it up, you're gonna end up with red shoes." I glanced down at my white shoes, embarrassed about being such a bitch to someone who just wanted to help.

"Ok," I began. "I'm Amelia, by the way. My friends call me Milly."

He dragged my to the nearest bathroom, which luckily was also on the first floor, and pushed me gently on to the side by the sink. I allowed him to clean up my leg, and no words were exchanged between us.