Miss Atomic Bomb | a.i

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•Rae's Point Of View•

I knock on the front door of Luke's home, standing up straight and waiting for him to answer it. I hadn't spoken to Luke in what felt like ages after he told me he was sick. I actually hadn't even really payed any attention to him ever since he touched me the wrong way during lunch the other day.

He and I were still together but it felt like we were drifting apart. When I first met Luke he was a sweet kid, but after getting to know him he seemed to be a total douche bag. I hadn't even known him for that long, not even a week and he was already too conceded for my liking. We just walked next to each other awkwardly now and gawked at Michael and Harley as they both sucked each other's faces off, like animals may I add. We were in an odd situation so that's why I was going to his house to clear things up.

After waiting outside his house for about five minutes, I started to lose hope on trying to get Luke to come to the door. I didn't really understand why nobody was answering. He was sick, he had even texted me telling me that he was in bed all day. I didn't like to be nosey and shit but I started to get confused and walk toward the living room window, trying to catch if Luke was maybe asleep or not.

I put my hand above my forehead, shielding me from getting the sun in my eyes as u rested the edge of my hand against the heated up window and peeking through. There was nothing in sight but a plain beige couch and a small television rested in the corner of the room, something I had gotten use to whenever I went to Luke's house.

My boots hit the grass as I walked around the house quietly, but first I kneeled over to catch my hair in a bun before walking again. I tied it up top so that my hair wouldn't get in my eyes and I continued to move past each window without coming upon Luke. Until I got to the kitchen. The sun was blocking the windows, covering my view of what was going on, so I did what I did with the living room and rested my hand on the window and looked in.

What I saw was not a pleasing sight.

I felt my veins fill with anger as I gazed at Luke's hands, tied around some girls waist as she rests on the counter of his kitchen. His lips were attached to her neck, her jittering chest pressed against his. His hands started wondering down her thighs as my cheeks started to flush. I couldn't watch it any longer.

My blood was boiling as I walked in a fast manner toward Luke's front door. I was pissed. Luke thought he could just fucking get away with this without me knowing. But I have my ways and I warned him myself in the beginning to be cautious.

I stomped up the front steps of his house, the rage inside of me building up faster and faster each step I took. I was about to open the door myself without permission before I realized I had the old bat my dad gave me in the back of my truck. It wasn't a nice car but it was decent.

I ran down as fast as I could toward the steps, my feet carrying me toward the trunk of the vehicle as I unlocked it with my keys. I set them in my leather pocket as I reached for the handle and pulled up the trunk, immediately my eyes darted toward the thin wooden bat and I snatched it, slamming the door shut.

As I reach the front door, I take the knob in my hand and push the door open, it creaked as I shoved it open maybe an inch. At first I was going to scare them and go slow, but the sudden anger and thought of taking down Luke replayed in my brain and as soon as I heard slight gasps from inside, I took my foot and slammed it against his front door, causing it to crash against the front wall. I was going to go crazy and I didn't give one ounce of a fuck at the moment.

I waltz through the door, my hips swaying from side to side as I flicked my fingers over the bat repetitively. I eventually made my way to the kitchen. There stood a frightened and confused teenage girl, and an oh so guilty Luke Hemmings.