Disconnected

Chapter 4

Luke's POV

"You" she snarled at me, after I asked her what was wrong. It was just a simple question, she didn't have to be so rude. I don't know what she has against me. It's not like a wear clothes showing of nearly every single inch of skin, like what she wears. Did she ever actually stop and think about how I feel about dating her for second. Or was it all about her? Did she ever think that maybe I had a strong hate towards her too? Didn't she even notice that I was upset about being with her too?

Obviously not.

Although I didn't like her at all, she did look a little bit cold, and I did feel a bit bad that I was sitting on a bed of warmness, while she was laying on the floor shivering. It took me at least half an hour to get the guts to give the girl a blanket. I think she was asleep, because she has had her eyes shut for over half an hour, so I ripped my duvet off my bed and practically dumped it on her. Now that her slutty clothes were covered up, she actually looked kind of cute. She had really, really long brown hair that was spread across the floor and her face. She had dimples on her cheeks, and lushish red lips that I can just imagine kis..... I mean her screaming at me. I couldn't see her eyes now but I knew they were brown, I loved brown eyes on a girl. 

Why couldn't she stay this cute forever? If she was wearing some skinny jeans and a t-shirt, and less make-up then I would defiantly be attracted to her... maybe. I just don't understand how she seems so cute and innocent but then wears such disgusting clothes. That's probably how she gets all the guys.... well all but me. I could tell Calum was defiantly attracted to her, not that I cared one bit.

"LUKE! STOP STARING AT ME, IT'S SERIOUSLY GETTING CREEPY" the girl yelled, suddenly waking me from my daydream.

"I wasn't, I was um looking at the dirty mark on my blanket. How the hell did that get there anyway." I stuttered, feeling myself turn bright red like a tomato. 

"It looks pretty clean to me, but thanks" she smiled while sitting up, giving my blanket back to me. I just smiled back an watched her grab for some clothes out of her suitcase.

"Luke, I'm going to put some warmer clothes on, can you look away please?" she questioned, waking me up from another daydream. I turned around and faced the window, not that I wanted to... I mean because I didn't want to see her half naked body anyway. After about 5 minutes of waiting I decided she must be finished so turned around to face her. 

"LUKE YOU IDIOT! FUCKING TURN AROUND!" the girl screamed at me. I immediately did as I was told, not because I didn't like the sight but because I realized why she didn't want me to look. All up her belly and back she had scars and fresh bruises. She was applying some brown cream to them. Maybe she was recently in a car accident or something. I really wanted to find out what happened, but we hated each other so that wouldn't be likely. I stayed facing the window, not daring to move in case she yelled at me again. But then despite how skinny she was and her scars, she did look nice in lacy underwear.

"You can look now" she spitted out. I turned around to see her in white skinny jeans that were basically sewn together by a thread and a singlet top that nearly showed off half of her tummy. I don't know how she thinks those are warmer than the dress she was wearing previously. 

I was about to yell at her and tell her what a skank she looked like but instead something jumped into my body, walked over to my draws pulled out a black hoodie that said "5 Seconds of Summer" on it, and chucked it at her even more violent than I chucked the duvet on her.  

"No, umm I can't wear your clothes Luke umm sorry they're yours" she whispered really quietly obviously a bit shocked. 

"It's fine, you can wear it" I replied and sent her a smile. My smile must of worked or something because she quietly replied "thanks" and put it on.  I bet she didn't even know that it was my bands hoodie. Actually I knew she didn't even know. But it was probably a good thing, otherwise she'd be jumping all over me and that would not be fun. 

Okay even though I really didn't like her I still didn't like referring to her as "her" or "the girl" but what else do I call her? She really needed a name. I sat on my bed staring at the girl again for ages, but then I realized I was staring so I looked at my phone, realizing it was tea time.

"Do you want to go to tea?" I repeated lots of times still not getting the girls attention.

"C'mon! We're going to tea!" I half screamed at her finally getting her attention. I think she was staring at the picture frame behind my head or something, because I knew she wasn't staring at me because I knew she hated me.