TRY HARD

Chapter 5

"I can't believe you told that old lady to fuck off!"
"She was harassing me about my hair!" I say back.
"I know it was just funny"
"She started swearing at me" we exit the mall and get back into his car.
"I had a lot of fun today" Luke says.
"Me too, when do you leave for Tour? Maybe we could go out for dinner or something?"
"Well I leave the day after tomorrow...so tomorrow I can come pick you up from work and we can go out." He responds. I get sad, I won't be able to see him when he leaves. And he'll probably go back to LA and forget about me. Or write another song about me, either one.
"Ya that works. I'll bring extra clothes with me." I say putting my phone into my purse.
"Text me tonight I'll be bored" he says pouting.
"I'll text you don't worry" I unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car. Luke walks me up to my door.
"Thank you for today. I haven't laughed like that in a long time."
"Well I'll be looking forward to making you laugh even more tomorrow at dinner." He says smiling. I blush and before I knew it I was kissing him on the cheek.
"I'll see ya soon Luke" he bits his lip.
"See ya soon" I open my front door and close it behind me. I place my purse down and take off my shoes. I grab my phone running up to my room. I go into my bathroom and take out my mixing bowl and brush. I dump the red dye into the bowl and mix it up. I start to place the dye on my hair and listen to Halsey.
"And if they laugh then fuck all!!" I sing.
"Hey weirdo" I jump at the sound of Harlow's voice.
"You fucking idiot" I say
"Dying your hair again? How was your date with Luke?" She says.
"It wasn't a date. But it was good. I yelled at an old lady" I laugh.
"Ya sure it wasn't a date."
"It wasn't but I think tomorrow issss" I say smiling.
"Finally my best friend is getting a boyfriend" I roll my eyes at her words.
"I've been with guys and girls"
"You can't keep them though." She replies.
"Sorry I can't keep a deadbeat like you" I immediately regret what I said.
"Blaze isn't a dead beat."
"That's not what I meant."
"It sure sounded like it, get a life." She slams my bedroom door shut. I finish my hair, putting it up in a bun to wait. I pick up my phone.
"FaceTime me?" I hit send I'm greeted with a Luke shirtless and laying in bed.
"I made her really mad....I said Blaze was a deadbeat. Now I feel bad." I say.
"I'm not sure what to tell ya, just apologize to her"
"I tried..."
"She'll come around, you've been friends since you were like 2" he says.
"Ya, 20 years of us." I say.
"I don't have friends like that. All my friends like that left me when I became famous"
"But you have famous friends now" he nods.
"Sorry I'm not much help"
"It's ok, I've never really known anyone but her."
"Are you fucking kidding me?! Calling me a deadbeat? What the fuck do you do? Fuck anyone you see?! There's not enough guys in this town to fuck you so you moved on to girls. Now you're fucking little prissy ass boys from LA. You're such a bitch Delia grow the fuck up and get out of your daddies house! Go fuck yourself" Blaze walks towards me and throws a picture frame off my bed side table.
"BLAZE!" I yell
"Give it up your mommy is dead. I wish you were too" Harlow says. They both walk out of my room.
"I'll be right over" Luke says and hangs up. I stand up off my bed and pick up the broken frame. I see a tear splatter onto the broken glass. I pick up one of pieces, I place the rest back onto the table. I run my thumb over the sharp shard of glass. I sit on my bed, still with the thoughts in my head. I run the glass along my thigh making a fresh cut. I haven't done this in two years. I sigh in relief. I place the glass down with the rest and grab a tissue to clean up the blood. I put on some sweat pants instead of shorts and go downstairs to wait for Luke. I open my front door and sit on the step.
"You're mother is dead why are you even crying anymore. Everything he said was right you're a useless piece of crap who will fuck anyone." I say to myself.
"Thats not true" I hear Luke say. I wipe the tears away quickly hoping he didn't see.
"Delia." He opens his arms and I slide closer. I can't hold it back anymore. I cry harder then I have in years. He swiftly picks me up and enters the house. He finds my room.
"I have to rinse the dye out" I stand and walk into the bathroom putting my head under the sink.
"Hey, Delia, Why does this piece of glass have blood on it?" I hear his foot hit the tile floor of my bathroom.
"Blaze must have cut himself" I say lying. I finish and put my hair back up.
"Are you sure?" He asks looking worried.
"Look my wrist are clean" I show him.
"But I remember you wearing shorts, seeing the marks, you wore shorts once at school" I purse my lips trying to think of an excuse.
I take a deep breath. And go to change in my closet. I was about to put on shorts when I heard voices outside.
"What are you doing here?"
"She needed me"
"I Wanna talk to her"
"I don't wanna talk to you Harlow." I say.
"Delia"
"You told me to get over the fact that my mother is dead. You let blaze destroy that photo of my mom and I." My vision becomes blurry from tears. She covers her mouth.
"Get out of my house" She backs away slowly. Her face wet with tears. Luke closes the door and looks at me. Looks at my thigh.
"First time in two years." I say quietly.
"He ruined it"