Luke Jackson: My Story

Happy New Year! Part Two

Lauren's POV

"Hey, I can get some water if you want." Luke offered.

"I got it, I'll be right back." I answered quickly and shuffled into the kitchen. The party was actually pretty fun, I hadn't been made fun of...yet. I came here with friends then was spending the whole night with my best friend. If it hadn't been Luke who'd touched my shoulder at 9:30 then I probably would've socked the person in the mouth.

He looked really nice, and for some reason I couldn't stop myself from staring at him any time I got the chance to do so. Luke had grown a lot this year, more than just height. He was finally taller than me, but not tonight in these heels.

I opened the steel refrigerator door and grabbed two bottles of Dasani water. As I walked around the island counter—which had Chance and some girl I didn't recognize making out on—someone shoved me backwards, sending me crashing into the stained white wall. I grumbled to myself, high schoolers were probably the most ignorant group of people on the planet, they were so annoying, immature and had so sense of planning for the future.

"Hey baby, you look hot tonight." I heard a slurred, deep voice say.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and tried to push forward into the crowd, but I felt someone's hand latch onto my wrist and I couldn't move. "Let go of me." I gritted my teeth.

"I don't think so, what's your name babe?" The guy advanced towards me, sandwiching me between him and the wall. His breath smelled of alcohol, his blue eyes couldn't focus cause he was so drunk. The guy wore jeans and a basketball shirt, he had sweaty, choppy brown hair. Much to my disgust, it was Chandler. The host of the party, the biggest player in school and the guy who's made my life a living hell at school since the fourth grade.

"Get off of me, Chandler!" I raised my voice angrily, I raised my arm to sock him in the mouth but he was too fast. He planted his feet on top of mine and mine felt like they were burning from the weight of him. Then, I felt an enormous change of pressure on my wrists and pain on my back from his body as he forced me into the wall.

"I don't think so baby. You're the hottest girl here, come on. Kiss me, I know you want to." His face was uncomfortably close to mine, I tried to slap him or kick him but it was no use, he had me trapped between him, his strength and the wall.

"Get off me Chandler!" I yelled, how was no one else seeing this?

"No! You're mine," I felt this horrible feeling on my neck, like I was being bitten and my skin was being sucked like a vacuum. I thrashed and screeched from under him, but I was stuck. I felt something push on my chest so hard it hurt, and I felt his lower body brush aggressively against mine.

"Somebody help me!" I screamed. I heard Chandler groan as his lips drew closer to mine. I felt his hand slowly creep its way up my leg, "Luke help me!" I screamed as loud as I could, tears clouded my eyes, then it felt like a weight had been lifted off me.

Luke's POV

It had been more than five minutes since Lauren left and I had the feeling that something wasn't right. I pushed my way towards the kitchen then I heard someone scream, "somebody help me!"

I moved quickly, shoving drunken high schoolers left and right aggressively. Then I heard someone shout even louder, "Luke help me!" I knew that voice and the protective, almost predatory feeling took over me as the only thing on my mind was getting to her and getting her to safety. I raced to the back of the kitchen and the sight in front of me was forever burned in my memory.

A guy in a red shirt and jeans had a girl pinned between him and the wall. His right hand held her wrists above their heads and his left hand was under her dress rubbing her squirming legs. He was standing on top of her feet, preventing her from moving or escaping. I stormed over, grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him away from my best friend and slammed him against the wall behind us.