aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Sixty Eight

Becca's POV

I was watching Peter eat a minute ago, but I got so sad because he looks so much like Luke. He should've landed in California about 6 hours ago; It is 9:00 AM. I woke up at around 8, unable to sleep long because I was confused on why Luke's spot in the bed was empty and then I broke down. But Pete started crying, too. So I went and gave him something to eat.

Anyway, I wipe my eyes and take several deep breaths, then I kiss Pete's forehead and sit him down on the couch with that stuffed penguin he loves. I trudge upstairs and brush my teeth and pull my hair out of its messy bun. Then I travel back to the living room and plop down beside Pete, place him in my lap, and click the TV on. I decide on watching the only thing interesting: NFL football.

The game is Ravens against Giants, and so far the Giants are winning. Woo. A few players on Ravens were injured so I figure that's why they're lagging behind. I have nothing against either team, I don't care who wins the game and who doesn't and whatnot. I just like watching people playing exciting sports that are in style right now.

At about 10 o'clock, when the Glad trash bag commercial was finally over, my phone rings from upstairs. I turn the TV back off and run to grab it before the ringer goes silent.

"Hello?" I question when I see that it is Kristen who's calling me.

"Hey Bec! It's me," Kris says, perky as ever.

"What's up?" I greet, trying to sound as happy as can be.

"Not much, how about you?"

"Oh, um. Same, I guess," I shrug. I mentally slap myself in the face because my voice was trembly and it was obvious that I'd been crying earlier, and Kristen can hear like a hawk.

"Becca what happened?" She asks, her voice softening. I can tell she is carked though.

"Just-- Can you come over?"

"Should I bring Calum?"

"Doesn't matter. Just get over here, you can let yourself in."

With that, both of us hang up and I place my phone on the charger. I jog back downstairs. Noticing my parched throat, I walk to the kitchen and pour a glass of orange juice to soothe the uncomfortable dryness.

Ten minutes later, I hear footsteps approaching the kitchen where I am sitting. Sure enough, Calum and Kristen and sitting down right in front of me with stern looks on their faces.

"Hey," I whisper, glancing down at my lap nervously.

"Talk to me," Cal orders.

I take a deep breath, preparing to tell them what caused me to be so upset. I let it all out as though it was pressured inside me like a volcano ready to erupt, and finally the lava oozed out swiftly. I know that I am ranting on to them but they are very intent listeners and I can tell they're not bored.

"Come here," Calum sighs when I finish venting to Kristen and him. He stands up and opens his arms wide, and I quickly step forward into a friendly hug. "Shh, it's okay Becca. It'll come good. He won't be gone forever, right?" I nod as he strokes my back in soft, circular motions. I hear Kris exhale quietly.

"Listen to me when I say this," Calum adds, pulling back and holding me in place by my shoulders. I nod. "In the very beginning, back when we all stayed at the hotel still, I saw something sparking between you two. Luke especially; He was always staring at you like you were a jewel. I just want you to know this, that he will not forget about you. I would always talk to him about you, basically begging him to ask you out because you were meant to be. Luke is not picking for another girl. He is feeling the same as you are. I was texting him while he was on the plane, and he told me he was heartbroken. Okay? You're alright, Bec. He still loves you and always will. Luke's a lost boy without you, Becca. Nothing will change. As long as you keep your feelings about him, you'll come great in the end."