Teenage Dirtbag / 5SOS

Chapter 10

double update cuz it's the weekend. oops. sorry for mistakes xoxo

*LUKE’S POV*

I drag her through the crowd at the carnival, her hand locked in mine, a physical need to touch her at all times. I’m not exactly thinking with my head right now. I don’t care that I’m supposed to be here, or that I could possibly be expelled. Right now it’s all about her.

We get to my car and I unlock it, quickly climbing into the driver’s seat. As soon as the car is started, Noelle is on me again, barely in her seat as her lips attach to my neck.

For what seems like the thousandth time this week, I’m ridiculously grateful that I live so close to the damn school. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to moan as I try to drive safely. I swerve slightly as she sucks lightly on my skin.

God.

My car barrels into the driveway, and I throw it in park. Noelle’s out of the car before I am, pulling me to her and attaching her lips to mine. I glance towards the garage and thank my lucky stars when I see it’s empty. My parents aren’t home.

We stumble up the stairs and to the front door, and I’m having trouble forming a coherent thought. I try to stick the key in the lock, but it takes me about a full minute to get it in, all the while Noelle seems to be getting more and more impatient with me, her hands tugging on my hair and driving me crazy.

As soon as we’re inside, I kick the door shut and push her up against the wall, pressing my body against her, putting one hand on the wall next to her head. She moans and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard.

Before I even know what I’m doing, my hands are on her thighs and her legs are around my waist, her back still against the wall. Without taking my mouth off hers, I walk through the living room towards my bedroom.

This is it, I’m thinking. Somehow I’ve got her. Somehow this is really happening.

We make it to my room and I kick the door shut behind us for the second time tonight. I lay her down on the bed.

“Luke,” she says breathlessly, pulling me down to her again.

My hands run down her sides, stopping at the bottom of her sweater. I push it up, exposing her stomach. She squirms underneath me, and I can’t help but smiling as I kiss her. In a few seconds, her sweater is lying on the floor and she’s tugging on my hair.

And then she stops tugging on my hair. And she stops kissing me. And I open my eyes to see hers filled with tears.

“Oh, god, Noelle,” I say, pushing back from her and running my thumb under her eye to catch a tear. “Baby what’s wrong?”

I crawl off of her and swallow my disappointment. It’s selfish. She’s crying and I’m disappointed that she’s stopped kissing me.

She just sniffles in response to my question, so I grab her hand and pull her up and onto my lap. She rests her head in the crook of my neck and starts sobbing, full on sobbing.

“Noelle,” I whisper, rubbing her back, unsure of what to do, really. “Talk to me. Please.”

“I’ve ruined everything, Luke,” she wails. “I fucked up everything. Me and Michael are through, I messed up you and me, I’m a fucking mess and-“

“It’s okay, Noe,” I say, because I don’t really know what else to do.

“And I don’t know what to do anymore. How do I do this? I –“

“Noelle –“

“I love you, Luke,” she says, tears running down her face.

I freeze, my mouth slightly open. She – what – I –