Not Fine at All (Luke Hemmings a.u.)

Chapter 12

LUCEY'S POV

The club was loud as we entered, the nightly boom already reaching it's climax as we walked through the doors and swam through the endless sea of sweaty bodies until we had reached the bar. Calum had practically attached himself to my side, sitting down on the barstool next to me as we waited on our drinks. Ashton and Michael had already set off, more than likely on the hunt for some poor unsuspecting drunk girls to dance with.

"You know, Lucey, Luke cares about you a lot," Calum started slowly, taking the first sip of his beer. 

I'd already ordered a shot, which I took without giving myself time to think. I didn't plan on feeling this miserable the whole night, and if Matt had taught me anything, it was to drown out your sorrows with something stronger.

"Yeah, seems like it," I scoffed, my throat still burning from the alcohol. 

I decided to take a couple more before ordering something less potent. By this point, I was over what had happened with Luke and just wanted to move on. Calum watched me hesitantly, a concerned look in his deep brown eyes. I was growing agitated with his incessant need to chaperone me. 

"I'm serious. Before we left home, he practically dragged me into his room and made me promise not to let anything happen to you tonight. Trust me when I tell you that he does care."

"Well, he should've thought of that before he decided that things were 'going too fast' for him." 

I refused to let Luke play the part of the victim. He wasn't innocent either.

"I can't say that I blame him. You kind of broke his heart, so you can't expect him to just welcome you with open arms."

I gawked at Calum briefly for his bluntness, but I guess I couldn't hold him accountable for giving it to me straight. 

"It's whatever," I said as I stood. 

I really wasn't in the mood to listen to his preaching about how I needed to be more understanding of Luke's feelings, blah blah blah. It all went in one ear and out the other. Whose side was he on anyway? I definitely didn't need his advice on how to live my life, especially when he barely made it through high school and had been working at a grocery store for four years now. Not to mention the fact that he had just broke up with the first girlfriend he'd had in over three years. Calum started to say something but I cut him off. 

"I don't really want to talk about it anymore. We came here to have fun didn't we? I'm going to go dance." As I turned to walk away, Cal grabbed my arm, but I shot him a glare and tore it away forcefully. "Don't," I hissed, before running off.

The alcohol I'd consumed was beginning to take effect as I stumbled out onto the dance floor, the blinding strobe lights flashing from across the room and making me more dizzy than before. Calum just watched from where he sat, a worried look on his face. Flipping my perfectly curled hair over my shoulder, I tugged at the hem of my skintight dress so that it covered me more before shrugging off my self-consciousness and starting to sway to the beat. My dancing somehow improved exponentially whenever I had had the right amount to drink. I could feel eyes watching me from all around, leering at me, and it wasn't long before I felt a pair of large hands at my waist, causing me to smirk triumphantly. 

I knew I looked good tonight, thanks to the outfit of Kelsey's that I had found in my closet. The clingy material hugged my curves and I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to finally use my figure to my advantage and drive all the boys wild. Leaning back against the stranger, I breathed in his musky scent and began casually grinding against his groin. A low growl rumbled in his chest and his grip on my hips tightened.