Inseparable ➵ Muke

Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Luke

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At the bar,

My Nirvana T didn't make it

through the changing rooms

of Primark.

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"So, Mr. Sexy, what's your name - not that I really care I just want to see how good you are in bed" a small, skinny girl 'greets' me.

I smirk and she looks at me expectantly, holding a horny rhino in her eyes, licking her lips. I lean down so my mouth is just next to her ear and she smirks expectantly before I whisper in her ear, "I don't like sluts"

"Excuse me?" She gapes,"I don't think I heard you correctly!"

I chuckle,"I said", cough,"why don't we go back to my place?"

She puts a hand on her hip and thinks for a second, calling for a drink before saying,"Okay then,"

I smirk happily and pull her against me so our noses are almost touching before I lean into hear ear. She smiles in anticipation whilst I just linger just away from the skin, before pressing my lips just before her ear and whispering again,

"I said I don't like sluts" and shove her off me.

She falls into the man behind her, spilling his drink in the process, gasps and slaps me before walking away.

I can see her tits anyway.

I take another swig of my beer, watching her strut angrily to her ratchet girlies. They all simultaneously glare at me and I smirk and wave mockingly before turning around and ordering another beer. I sit back on my stool and relax as the alcohol washes over my senses, calming and dulling them and numbing my pain.

I look around for a guy to flirt with and there's sexy guys here and over there and round the corner and I'm feeling like it but I bet fucking bet they're all straight. Needing another friend/bed buddy, I go on Grindr (whom thee Tyler Oakley introduced thy) and go to find a cute guy near here.

Oh look one of the guys I was just looking at is gay oh okay.

I stop to think whether I should be grieving or not over my lost boyfriend but he was the one who left me to go perve on his sissy so I have no shame.

After thinking up of a million disgusting pickup lines, I decide to say hi. If that doesn't work I think the line will be

'Are you ketchup? Because you a dawwggg'

I stand up from my stool, take my beer and walk to him.

"Hi!" I say, placing my drink on the counter and sitting on the stool next to him.

He smiles back at me and says, "Hello" in a strong, low British accent.

"I'm Luke"

"I'm not Luke" he laughs, "jokes, I'm Harry"

"Hemmings"

"Styles"

"Cute! Styllessssss" I say and wow he's a cutey, "I shall call thee dimpley-cute-styles maybe dcs actually because dimpley cute styles is a bit, you know, long"

"oh ookay I shall call thy um hemming-tape because that's the stuff my grandma uses" he laughs, displaying his really fucking cute dimples.

"Oh yeah?" I give him the middle finger, "So I'm a grandma now?"

He pushes my finger back down and laughs, "Nooo, my grandma uses you"

Stop laughing at me I feel like a fucking kiwi in a tomato salad.