Lipstick (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 2

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There were a few things I learnt about picking people up and asking them what flavour their lipstick was one of them. Of course, I was one of the many targets Luke Hemmings had his eyes on – well, I think I was. Sure, I was – coincidentally – standing there when they were chanting and forcing him to pick a girl up, so I don’t think I was a target. 

I didn’t understand why Melanie was trying to avoid him. He was extremely good-looking and he was over 6ft, I knew how oozy Melanie got over guys that were over 6ft.  Ever since the party, I hadn’t spoken to him because he didn’t bother to ask for my number and well, I had to work anyway. I was sort of insulted by the fact that he didn’t want my phone number.

For the rest of the night, I couldn't help but ponder on what had happened a few hours ago. Luke and his band mates were playing songs that I seemed to enjoy, which added onto the amount of frustration I was getting from him. He was almost perfect. But that would make me infatuated with him and I’m not infatuated with him – hell, I don’t even know him. 

The boys, “triple threat” were teasing me for the rest of the night because they knew I had no experience with boys. Well, they practically prevented that. I had never felt so awkward in my entire life and the fact that Luke was staring at me – as he was singing, as he was talking, as he was drinking – all night made me rethink my actions. 

I should’ve slapped him in front of all of those boys. They all probably thought that I was a person that would easily give in – Luke probably thought that. That’s why he was staring at me with a very devious smirk, as if he was thinking of a next plan to get his face smashed against mine. However, I don’t think he would because he was hot and I was not. 

I was just there anyway. Maybe I wasn’t even supposed to be there – maybe it was just a spur of the moment kind of thing. I decided to speak to him about his uncomfortable staring since I had enough of it – Luke staring at me caused the rest of the boys to stare at me and unfortunately, Melanie noticed. “Why are they staring at you?”

“Have no idea,” I shrugged, but I never turned away from his stare. I bit my lip – not seductively but nervously – as I finally turned away from his stare, hoping to restrain the feeling of walking out of this building or doing something embarrassing. “Hm,” I hummed. 

“Do you want me to do something about it? Luke is staring at you and I’m finding that uncomfortable,” she said and I furrowed my brows. This was another reason to why I never spoke to Melanie anymore. Somehow, she’d always make this about herself. 

“It’s fine.” 

“No, seriously –“

“It’s – fine.”  I breathed out. She looked at me with trebled intensity. “It’s probably because Mike said something about me.”

“They still irritate you?” She parted her lips. 

“They never stopped.” Melanie hissed, as if she knew how it felt to be bombarded with stupid insults by stupid people every single day. But I knew this was the last day. My heart immediately stopped. Luke was slowly walking towards me with a sly smirk but he now had a snapback on his head – he looked so hot in the snapback – how could someone look so hot in a snapback? But then peevishly, he brushed his shoulder against mine, walking straight past me. I creased my brows and pursed my lips, turning back to Melanie and regaining that manufactured smile.