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nine

Mike left 2 hours ago and I still laid in my bed. A few things rushed through my mind. There were thousands of questions flying through my head and not a single answer. One of these questions being the intricate embarrassment that I would be forced to look in the eyes tomorrow. Everyone would be staring at me, I dont know what approach I should be taking for this situation? Do I stay confident? Do I go silent? I don't know how I should feel.

Another thing that continues to make its way into my brain. Luke Hemmings. I told Mike that Luke was just drunk and wondered to my house because he always does that. I knew Luke wasn't drunk, though. I didnt smell it on his breath and he gets sleepy when he's drunk. So that leads me to my next question. Why would Luke show up at my house like that? Why does Luke continue to show up at my house unannounced? What would have happened if Mikey wasn't there? What is Luke's issue?!

My brain struggled to process it all and I began to get a headache. I texted Luke once before I went to sleep.
"We need to talk." I set my phone down after pressing send and turned to my side, shutting my eyes.

I woke up as my alarm sounded and I dragged myself up to start my morning routine. I walked downstairs while brushing my hair and popped a bagel into the toaster. I gathered all my stuff and snatched my bagel out of the toaster, walking out of the door. Suddenly, a text wrang through my phone as I lifted it off the counter top.

Lukeypoo <3: Stay home from school today. I'm coming over. We need to talk.

Me: .... I'm not skipping school so you can mess with me during your drunk shenanigans. Try again after school.

I slid my phone back to the counter and moved to the bathroom to fix my hair. I walked out to see Luke standing in my kitchen, eating an apple. "You should really change the hiding spot for that key, M. You've been hiding it there since 8th grade." He stated, setting down his apple. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. I was going to be late for school. The truth is, I was partially hoping Luke would stop me from going to school. I didn't want to have to face everyone there just yet, maybe I deserve a break.

Luke (literally) snapped me out of my thoughts by snapping in my face. "What do you want, Luke?" He ignored me and took my hand, guiding me to my bed room. I sat on my bed and he stood in front of me, pacing my medium-sized bedroom. "I didn't say those things about you, Malea. I didnt spread rumors or any of that. The night I left your house drunk, I was at Ashton's party. I didn't want to upset you because you weren't invited. I already said that.. I'm sorry. I couldn't stand seeing you fight at that party.. I was coming to you, I promise, but the crowd and- My thoughts are everywhere and I don't know.... I don't know..." He tugged at the ends of his hair frustratedly and I suddenly felt bad. I hadn't even spoken yet and he was stressed.. stressing himself out.

Luke handled this incorrectly 100% however I couldn't help but feel sympathetic. Clearly he's here because he cares, right? "I dont know if any of this makes any type of sense Malea.." He stared at me for a moment. "I ignored your texts because I'm coping with something I don't quite understand how to handle... I don't like seeing you drink and smoke and hanging out with Michael..." He trailed off. "What is this thing I can't know quite yet or whatever? Just tell me." This was the final piece of information I had yet to receive.

Luke just verbalized almost everything to me. He licked his lips slowly, moving to sit next to me on the bed. "Michael likes you. I can tell he does. Everyone sees it except for you." He spat, tugging at the ends of his hair again. I still couldn't understand what he was trying to spit out. "Luke, just tell me the truth and spit it out for fuck's sake!"

I was cut off by Luke's lips smashing against mine.