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three

Thank god it was Saturday because Luke was so worn out there was no way he would be able to go to school after the amount of alcohol he had. I sat next to him now, he still laid in my bed shirtless and scrolling through twitter.

"Why were you drinking last night?" I asked him, sipping on the cup of tea I made earlier. He shrugged, "Went to a party.. Really insane." I nodded then raised an eyebrow, "Who's party?" I asked. "Landon." He said, suddenly not joking. "I didnt know Landon threw a party last ni-" I started.

"Well he did, okay? Maybe no one invited you but that didnt mean it didnt happen Melea." He spat now. I sat, shocked at his outburst. He turned his phone off and stood up, grabbing his newly cleaned shirt that I washed this morning and walked out of my room.

I sat down my tea and walked behind him, "Luke, whats wrong? Did I say something?" His large paces were almost impossible to keep up with, I nearly ran at this point. No response. He walked to the door now, "Atleast let me order you an Uber, Luke."

He slammed the door in my face and I moved to the window to watch him. Ashtons car pulled around the corner and my heart dropped. He picked up Luke and they pulled off.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself. I shrugged it off and sighed, walking to my room to take a shower. The rest of the day was like the morning. Confused, frustrated, and alone.