deluded ♔ hemmings

you're dead

recap

        His hands fall, along with the shoulder of my dress, the only thing holding the thin fabric up is my hands, and just when I'm about to let it fall, someone shouts.

        "What the fuck is going on in here?"

        I know that voice. My eyes fall on Luke, and Calum, both looking beyond pissed at the situation unfolding in front of them, and I freeze.

        Oh, fuck.

deluded; you're dead

l u k e

        Michael, Calum, Ashton, and I were all upstairs in Alex's room, along with a few other people who I can't bother to remember the names of.

        "Bullshit, you're a dope ass bass player, Cal," Alex starts to ramble, the alcohol and weed in his system making the usually quiet man step a little bit outside of his comfort zone. However, the things he was saying were true, because Calum was no doubt an amazing bass player.

        Calum let's out what sounds like a giggle, making me smile softly.

        Calum was no doubt my best friend. Don't get me wrong, I love Michael and Ashton, but me and Calum have something slightly different than I do with the other two goofs who also hold the title. I would honestly be lost without him, and that scares me to no end.

        The younger Hood pops into my head, making my smile disappear. Blake, what could I possibly say about her? Oh yeah, she's the younger sister of my best bud, who I am trying to fix things with just so I can make two-thousand dollars.

        When I put things like that, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, and down right stupid. Was I really willing to risk losing Cal over something so stupid? Did I really want to humiliate, and break the girl who I used to care so much for?

        Yes.

        I indeed did, because there's a lot to the story of Blake and I, that not even the boys know. In fact, I don't even think Blake really knows what she did that tore our unique, and unlikely bond apart, but there was one thing that I had promised myself ever since. I would break her, just like she had broke me.

        "Guys," Someone has entered the room, once again someone I didn't care to remember the name of, although he did look familiar. "You're never going to guess who's stripping in the living room right now."

        Before anyone could question his statement, he was gone, I assume to go back downstairs to watch the show.

        "This always fucking happens." Alex mummers to himself, shaking his head slightly.

        "I'll be right back, I'm going to go see what's going on." I stand up straight, the wall I was leaning on causing a dull ache to radiate throughout my shoulder, but it was gone within a few seconds. I walk out the door, Calum muttering a quick 'me too', before standing up off the bed.

        As we make our way down the stairs I see a shit ton of people crowding around the table, making it had for me to see over them, despite me being 6'2.

        "Get on with it, Hood!"

        My breath hitches in my throat, and I see Cal's jaw clench as we push our way past the people. When we finally get to the front of the crowd, my blood runs cold. There, right in front of my eyes was Jake, his hands unzipping the tight, red dress that clung to my best mates sister.