Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

A Bad Ending to a Bad Night

I clutched my jaw in pain. Joey yelped in fear and shoved Michael against the chest. "What the heck is the matter with you?" She exclaimed.

Michael was staring daggers at me, his hands tightened into fists. His eyes were blazing and his jaw was clenched so hard, I was convinced he would snap it in half. He took a step towards me. I held my ground. That only made him even more furious.

"What's the matter with me?" Michael spat. "Why are you hanging around this freak?"

I somehow managed not to flinch when those words came out of his mouth. I glared at him and shook my head. "You aren't worth it, Michael."

I turned around, running my thumb across my bottom lip. Blood trailed down my finger making me sigh. I swallowed the pool of blood that filled my mouth. If I had known that that was going to happen, I never would have come tonight. But, what did I expect? It was Michael. There was a reason he invited me to his party in the first place. Was it to humiliate me? Rub in the fact that Joey wasn't mine anymore? That his hands had replaced my own? That Joey still doesn't fully remember who I am? Rather, who I was?

The party-goers drifted apart to let me through the crowd. The entire atmosphere changed as soon as my lips touched Joey's. You could cut the tension with a knife and still not break it. I was no longer welcome into Michael's home. And I knew that school was going to be anything but a cake-walk on Monday.

But, what was there that I could do? I could do nothing. I had just let Michael win. He won the school. He was bigger than myself but, I was worse. Did he really want to play this game? With me?

I breathed in the cool air as soon as I stepped outside. I could finally breathe. I didn't know how much heat was trapped in that room till I was free of it. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, trying my best to ignore the voices that echoed inside my skull. They watched everything that went down at the party and replayed them over and over. They wanted to torture me. My perfect moment with Joey, gone in the blink of an eye. And there was nothing I--or them--could do about it. We just had to let it happen and hope that the outcome wasn't as bad as the situation.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" A voice rang out behind me.

I paused and turned around. Joey was standing a few paces behind me, her thigh high boots in her hands. Her hair was a mess but it looked good on her. Her eyes were flaming and not in a sexy way. More of a... 'make sure I don't piss you off more than you already are' way.

"Forgetting something?" I question, pulling my hands out from my pockets.

"Really, Hemmings?" She sighs, glaring at me, "You can't get all hot and heavy with a girl and not offer to walk her home afterwards."

My cheeks burned and I ran a hand through my hair. "Right. Sorry,"

She grinned--all traces of fury, gone in an instant-- and skipped up beside me, looping her arm through mine. My heart skittered in my chest.

"You sound like a school girl, Luke."

I shrugged off the voices with an eye roll, only paying attention to who was walking beside me. Josephine Benson. The only person to ever make me want to shatter my walls. And for what? Because I had some feelings for her? No. I didn't have feelings for her. They were quite the opposite.

Weren't they?

I was hyper-aware of the fact that Joey was walking with me. Her body was warm against mine, the heat radiating through me. I was hoping that I didn't screw this up. After all, wasn't I one step closer to getting her to fall for me? A second time?