Only Average (EDITING)

Chapter ninteen

Marie's P.O.V

Luke just left me at the bar with Bryan and went over to this table full of hot girls. I'm not going to sit here and just wait for him, he said that we would go get food and all I had today was breakfast so I ask Bryan if he wants to get out of here and go get something to eat. "Sure, but what about your friend?" He asks as I grab my tab and pay for what I drank, I feel bad for Luke pay for everything. "He's a grown ass man, he can get over it." I say irritated. I don't know why I'm so irate. I tell myself that it's because he just ditched me but I'm really mad because he is flirting with those girls. I don't want to admit it to myself since I know we can't be together but it still hurts. Byran just says okay and I tell William to tell Luke that I went out to get food. Even though I'm sure he won't even notice me gone. When we walk outside the wind hits me, man it got really cold and I'm only wearing shorts and a tank top. I wrap my arms around myself and shiver, so Bryan gives me his jacket. That's nice and all, but all I can think about is Luke being the one to give me his jacket, even though I'm sure he would never do that.

I tell Bryan "thanks" and then we start walking down the road. The pub is surrounded by a ton of restaurants and Bryan asks me "So what would you like to eat? I'll buy." He throws his arm around my shoulders and walks closer to keep me warmer. "Ummm... I don't know. I'm not really an adventurous eater..." He laughs and says "Yeah, me either. Let's get something that they would have in LA." I nod my head and we walk up a little bit further and on the right I see a McDonalds. Perfect! I think to myself. "We should go to that McDonalds." I tell Bryan. He agrees so when we get to it we go inside. It's weird, even though it's a McDonalds you can tell it's in a different country. It has a sort of Irish look to it. Bryan and I walk up to the counter and order. I get a BLT ranch chicken sand which meal with a coke. He gets a bigmac meal, after we order we go to the table in the corner by the window, they actually bring you your meal. It's cool how even though it's McDonalds, they can make fast food fancy.

"So what's the deal with you and Luke?" Bryan asks as he leans back in his chair. "What do you mean?" I ask playing dumb. I take off his jacket and hand it back to him since it's warm in here. "You know, like why aren't you two together? I mean don't get me wrong, I'm glad. Because that means I have a shot with you." He says with a wink as he leans closer and puts his hand on the table for me to hold. I grab his hand and it's a lot bigger then mine, but it doesn't fit as well as Luke's does. Okay Marie, stop thinking of him. At least Bryan's hand is warm and he wants to be with you. I shrug my shoulders and say "I don't know. We just work better as friends. He is a player and I don't do that whole trying to change people thing. Plus, we don't think of each other that way." I lie easily at the last part.

Right then the food came and we changed the subject to photography and our family and our houses back in LA. I told him all about Sarah and her crazy ways and how she is dating Ryan, he knew who everyone was in the band since he has been listening to their music for a year and has been to three of their shows. "I think it's so cool that you hangout with the band. Are they cool people? I could tell that Luke is kind of arrogant." Bryan said as he ate his last fry. I got kind of annoyed that he would say that about Luke but it is true, so I didn't defend him. "Umm.. Well Ryan is kind of like their baby sitter, he always makes sure they don't die or do stupid things." I laugh at that and so does Bryan then I continue "Mike is really funny and is always sarcastic or making fun of something, Jake he is a complete stoner. He is chill and I think I have heard him talk twice. He basically is just there." I say as I finish my drink. "What about Luke?" Bryan asks and looks me in the eye. I say" Well he is the player in the group and the drunk, he really likes drinking, he has a dark past and I guess that's why he is like that. He is really full of him self most of the time, but if you're lucky you get to meet the kind sweet side of him."

He nods his head thinking about something and then just says "You ready?" I nod my head and we throw our trash away and he gives me his jacket again. We catch a cab to go back to the hotel. He gives me a hug good bye when we get into the elevator since he is on the third floor and I'm on the tenth. I say "Well thanks for dinner, see you tomorrow?" He replies "Anytime, and yes, you defiantly will." He says the last part with a wink and gets off the elevator. I go up to my room and use my room key to get in. When I get in I grab a Magner's from the fridge and hear moaning coming from Luke's room. Ugh, gross. I'm trying my best to not barge in there and tell that slut to leave. I walk to my room and close the door, I wish I had the room with the TV.So I pick up my Ipad that I brought with me and read a book on my Wattpad app. An hour later I got tired and passed out with my Ipad on my chest.

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Luke's P.O.V

I wake up in my hotel room with with.... Carie.... Wait no.... Diana.... Mary? Fuck I can't remember her name. Not the first since I rarely do remember their names. Anyway, I get up since the annoying alarm clock went off reminding me that I had to go to the photo shoot with that douche bag. So I get up and go to the bathroom to take a shower so I can wash the slut off of me. She was good in bed but I have slept with so many sluts that now I'm over it. I think that I'm ready for a girl that's not going to tell me that she is flexible or has no gag reflex within two hours of meeting her. I need a challenge now, it is getting way too easy. After I get out I dry off and then wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my bedroom. The girl I fucked last night is still asleep and I walk over to her and wake her up by shaking  her hard. I just want her out of here, I don't give a fuck about her. She wakes up like there is an earthquake. "Whaa what is going on?" She asks puzzled "What's you name slut?" I ask as I go to my closet and grab some clothes to change into. She answers "Anna, and don't call me slut, asshole." I laugh at her stupidity. "I'm sorry, but you met me last night and told me before I even brought you home that you didn't have a gag reflex and was flexible. Not to mention you slept with a guy three hours after meeting him, a girl like that is a slut..." I said as I put on my clothes.

She looks at me like I slapped her in the face and to be honest my words did it for me. "Well... well... FUCK YOU!" she yelled as she threw on her outfit she wore last night and ran out of the room. I laughed as she left, I love ruining sluts mornings. When I walked out to the kitchen to grab something to drink Marie was there with her mouth wide open like she saw a ghost or a dick. Anyway I was to busy grabbing my drink to talk to her. She looked at me like I just set her car on fire for no reason. Why is she looking at me like that? I think to myself. "So... Who was that?" Marie asked trying act like nothing happened but her face was still shocked. I shrugged to her question and said "Just some slut that means nothing. Just needed to fix my urges." With that said I walk away to smoke a cigarette. Yes, I also smoke when I want to calm down my nerves, which are crazy right now.

When I finished smoking I went into the kitchen to meet Marie so we can go to this douches photo shoot and I see her wearing short shorts and a shirt that is cut out in the back, you can see clearly that she's not wearing a bra. I would normally like this but for another guy, I hate this. I'm feeling like a jealous boyfriend and I don't like this one bit.

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