♕ luke ♕
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"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
Tabitha firmly planted her hand on Jess' cheek. It will certainly leave a bruise in the morning. I felt a pang in the heart from the adrenaline pumping through my body.
"Tabitha!" I screamed at her as i helped Jess up. She stumbled around a bit before standing firmly on the ground.
"Luke, get away from her now. Or else she'll get something even worse."
"No. You can't control me Tabitha." I lightly pushed Jess behind me as I glared at Tabitha.
"Luke, you are my-"
"No! I am not you're boyfriend! I'm just your arm candy that you like to flaunt around! We're done." I spoke my thoughts as I pushed Jess to keep walking.
"Luke! Don't you walk away from me!"
'To late' I thought.
"Luke can we just go back to my house now?" Jess said as she wrapped her arms around my waist.
I smiled at her actions,"Yeah. Let's go."
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After about 30 minutes, we arrived at Jess' house.
"Jess! What about your mom?!" Bailey scream whispered.
"Oh well. She can't control who I hang out with." She finished with a smile and looked up at me.
We walked into her house and my first thought was, damn. Her house was HUGE. It was also very clean.
"Jessica? Are you home?" Her mom called for her.
"Hi mom. Brought some friends," Jessica replied with a colder tone.
Once her mom heard that, she was immediately up and walks to the door.
"Oh, I see you brought Bailey," she looked and gave a disapproving look to Bailey,"and boys."
Jess looked really annoyed,"Yeah I did mom. What're ya gonna do about it?"
Her mom just walked out of the room with a very annoyed look cascaded on every feature on her face.
"Let's go up to my room."
We got up to Jess' room and it was amazing. On the walls it had a tan paint but you really couldn't see it because of the band posters of All Time Low, Nirvana, Def Leppard, and various indie artists.
"Welcome to my hideaway." Jess presented us with a slight bow and open arms.
"What do you guys wanna do?" Calum asked us.
That's when the chaos really started.
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"I wanna live it up just because! I wanna feel weightless and that should be enough!" All of us, except Caroline and Ashton, were screaming our heads off to All Time Low's song, Weightless.
"Hey guys! We should go get some alcohol!" Michael suggested to the group of people all slumped on Jess' bed.
Yeahs and sure's were all chorused around the room. Jess and Michael returned with a shit load of different substances.
Everybody around us was getting wasted while Jess and I were sitting on her bed watching all of our insane friends.
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It was around 2:13 in the morning and everybody was asleep except for Jess and I.
"Tell me about yourself." I randomly stated.
"Okay. I'm Jessica Rae Anderson. I'm 16. I moved here to Australia 2 months ago from America. I have an 18 year old brother named Chris. I'd rather read or write then go to a party. I don't like drinking. And I have a slight anxiety problem," she finished off with a sigh, "Tell me about you."
"I'm Luke Robert Hemmings. I'm 17. I've lived in Australia my whole life. I have 2 brothers, Ben and Jack. My moms a math teacher. I'd rather go to parties then read or write. I don't mind drinking. And I don't have a slight anxiety problem."
Jess looked slightly uncomfortable with what I said at the end but I just shook off the idea.
"I'm tired. I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Alright."
Jess rolled over in her bed so her back was facing towards me. I went on the floor so I wouldn't bug her. And the only thing that I thought about was driving home my drunk friends.
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soooo I FINALLY updated(:D) and we got to know a little bit about Jess and Luke.
Ed's album came out either this week or last week can't remember. BEST. ALBUM. EVER. if you haven't heard it yet. LISTEN TO IT.
so I'm gonna be putting a song and a picture or gif of the persons pov in the side bar.
who do you guys think Jess should be? do you think this story is moving to fast?
I'm gonna try to be uploading every Thursday regularly.
soooo yeah. peace
~meg☯
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