My American Idol//Luke Bryan and Katy Perry

Chapter 7

Katy's P.O.V.

It's been three days since Luke asked me to be his girlfriend. We get a little time off before Hollywood week.

I was at Luke's house and we were watching a movie. Luke, knowing it would annoy me, chose a scary movie. And he chose Nightmare on Elm. Street. It was at the part where Freddy Crouger jumped out unexpectedly, that I hid my face in Luke's chest. He chuckled and kissed my head.

When the movie ended, I sat up and stretched. "Next time, I'm picking the movie." I said. "Oh boy." He said. I checked my phone for the time. It was a little after 11:00PM. "It's getting late. I better get home." I standing up. Luke grabbed my hand. "Staaay." He said like a child. "You know I can't." I said. "Will you think about it?" He asked. I nodded, bent down and kissed him. "Bye." I said. "Bye." He replied. I put my jacket on, and walked out the door. When I got into the car, my phone pinged. It was another message from Orlando. I was tarting to get tired of it, so I called him. He answered on the third ring. "Katy?" He said. "Orlando, quit contacting me." I said sternly. "Please, can we just talk?" He asked. "Go ahead." "No, face to face." I sighed. "Fine, I'll meet you tomorrow at the Cafe." I said. "Thank you." He said hanging up. I sighed and drove back to my house.

The next day, I told Luke I had to run an errand. I walked into the Cafe and immediately noticed Orlando sitting at a far corner booth. When he noticed me, he stood up. I walked over and sat down. He sat down afterwards. "Katy, please-" I cut him off. "Please what? You're sorry? We talked about you're drinking." I said. "I know. But I was having a little hang out with the guys at the bar. So yeah, we all got drunk, the kind of thing that frequently happens at a bar." He explained. "What ever happened, we're not getting back together. I said walking out of the Cafe.

I made it to my car when I felt Orlando grab me from behind and shove me against the car door. He started kissing me and tried as hard as I could to get him off me. That was when I felt him being pulled off me.