Manipulative || A.I.

Negotiate

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Sarah's POV

She grabbed her phone and saw she had several missed calls from both Ashton and Amelia, and she was so upset that she did not want to talk to either of them. She did not want to hear about how they were able to work things out and were set to go to Vegas to get married. And if that wasn't the case, she did not want to hear about their problems, because she had enough of her own.

She went to her next best plan.  

Luke. You wouldn't have happened to join Ashton on his little vacation to NYC did you?

I actually did. We all did. It's not really a vacation we have some small little press things here and there. Pretty sure we are performing for the big New Years Eve thing you guys do in Times Square. Why? What's up?

I need a friend. :/ 

We are staying at the Marriott in Times Square. ABC hooked us up! haha. Room 1220. 

She smiled at his quick response and she walked quickly down the next few blocks and finally showed up in front of Luke's door. She knocked gently and within seconds the door flung open and a gust of wind brushed past her with such force she almost fell. 

"Sarah!" He wrapped his arms around her in a tight bear hug. She awkwardly responded. Not many people were excited to see her. At her parents house the maids would all greet her with kind smiles, but her parents were only ones for air kisses and pats on the head. 

Man, they really did a number on me. She thought to herself. 

"Hey Luke," She pulled away and he welcomed her into his room. 

"You know Michael?" He pointed to the other guy in the room who seemed to be immersed with whatever was on the television. 

"Yep. I remember," She waved at him and he gave her a quick nod back. 

Luke seemed to read her mood and could tell she needed to talk to him alone. 

"Hey man mind giving us a couple minutes?" Luke slapped Michael out of his zombie like state. 

"Isn't she Ashton's girl? You're not gonna tell me you're shagging her too?" Michael leaned off the bed. 

"Oi!" Luke slapped the back of Michael's faded green hair and she watched the boy wince in pain. 

"Sorry. Jeez!" He walked to the door connecting the rooms and slammed it shut. 

"Sorry about him," Luke rubbed the back of his head and put out his hand to allow her to sit wherever she wanted. 

She took a seat at the edge of the bed and did not even know where to begin. 

"I assume you're here because of Ashton?" He walked over to sit next to her. 

She nodded slowly. 

"Oh God. What did he do this time?" He huffed out angrily. 

"He actually didn't do anything. I did." 

"Oh...You like him don't you?" He looked up at the ceiling and when she looked over to him his tongue jutted between his lower lip and teeth. He was disappointed. 

"I don't know why. I mean I shouldn't. I know exactly what he is like. I know why he was even talking to me and here I am saying I actually might have feelings for him," She tried to explain but he cut her off.