Sex Buddies? {Luke Hemmings}

Prologue

I've never really thought of being in a relationship with some one famous, but who does. I mean, my friends talk about those famous boy bands and how cute they are, but I dont see the point of taking interest in them.

I've never been one of those fan girls who almost die when they hear the band they love. In fact, i've never had a boy band crush. I just kind of left the fan girling job to the people around me.

I've always been known as Dark-hearted Dakota. The 16 year old girl who rejects the majority of the boys who ask her out. Yep thats me, Dakota Williams.

You already know my age and name, and basically all the dumb stuff about me. I am an average, blond haired girl who lives in the Sunshine Coast of Australia. I'm known as one of the beach babes at our school, always hanging around the beach and up for a surf.

Its hard enough being in high school, but having a bunch of friend who over obsess about that Aussie boy band, 5 seconds of summer, now thats hard. Its like having five parrots mimicking each other.

They make fan mails for him, in secret that is. Apparently, its not cool to fan girl in front of the boys, it drives them away. They usually come over to my place each night and write their stuff there.

Occasionally they change venues but its usually my house. I mean, who wouldnt want to spend time in one of the biggest houses in the Sunshine Coast. Being the granddaughter of the late Robin Williams does something to your life.

Im not an Aussie but many people believe I am. Although I sound and act nothing like an American, I was born in California and lived their for four years, my parents divorced and I moved with my Dad to Australia.

My Dad is Cody Williams, one of Robins three children. When Robin died, he left a lot of money to his children. Each of his children were granted with 15 million dollars, leaving their mother with 5 million enough for her to live in peace.

I've been back over to America each year since we moved, so I can see my Mother and other relatives. It's a big change going back to America and seeing all the new differences each year.

When we first came to Australia, there wasn't much to remember. I was only four and really only started remembering important things when I was in Year 6. The grades are different in high school.

In Australia, there is no such thing as Middle School, Sophomore or Freshman, its just Year 7 to Year 12. Then you can go to University and so on.

My high school years were fairly easy compared to most kids. I made friends really easily, probably because of the amount of money we had. Who wouldn't want to be friends with a rich girl.

My real friends though, are the ones who don't mind what I look like or how much money I have. Not to say Im ugly, but I know that a few of my friends are much prettier than me.

Boyfriends are a major thing in High school. I got my first one in Year 5 but it wasn't really a major thing. My first major relationship was in term two of Year 7, with a guy named Elliot James.

He was a cute guy, part of the 'popular' group. He asked me out face to face, which is a hard thing for a guy to do. I did say yes, but little did I know that news spread like wind.

Majority of the school knew about Elliot and I, the rich girl and the rich guy. That was what we were known for. I didn't know much about Elliot, just that he loved girls and money.

He was a tall guy, always had been from what I heard. He had dark eyes and light brown hair. He was one of those guys who were always getting asked out by some thirsty slut, I was just lucky that he asked me out.

Our relationship lasted around 2 years, which is a fairly long time if you ask me. Our break up was a devastation but more of a celebration for most girls.

It was after school one day, at the netball courts, where he asked me if we could just be friends. I had just come off from the third quarter, and I was red but I knew he could tell that I was about to cry.

He hugged me for a while before I agreed to just being friends. He told me that he loved me so much but he didn't want me getting hurt later on.

Elliot has been and still is, one of my closest friends. We are constantly over at each others places or down at the beach. We do plenty of sports together and act as though we are brother and sister. Sometimes I think about going back out with him, but I always bring myself back to the fact that I could get hurt.

After Elliot, I never got another boyfriend. Sure, I had been asked out a lot but I didnt feel right with anyone else so I left it.

Which brings us to now. I had been walking home from Elliots yesterday, when I got a text message from one of my friends telling me to go to their place. At first I was startled but the sudden urge for me to be there, but I still went.

I don't know why I went all the way there, it was almost pointless. All she wanted to tell me was that she wanted me to come with her to the 5 seconds of summer concert.

I tried to put in an argument, but I am never going to be a lawyer. My friend sure is. She told me that her {her name is Lucy}, Georgia, Minnie and Rani, which are the rest of our clique, are all going, so basically I had to go.

I didn't plan on wearing anything fancy, but hearing that we were right up the front, I couldnt turn up in my trackies and a tank top.

I figured I would wear a white crop top, with my denim high rise shorts. I packed a black zip up hoodie in case it got cold, but I doubt it would.

I had to meet Lucy, Georgia and Minnie at the train station in 20 minutes, so I grabbed my stuff, jumped in the car and drove over to Rani's house.

Rani is probably my closest friend out of the four of them, she has always been there for me, almost ever since I've been in Australia. She is a loyal friend and we share a lot of the same interest, plus we always have a blast together.

She is stunning, when I say stunning I mean it. Rani has the most beautiful blue eyes anyone could picture, she has dark brown hair that goes half way down her back and the most perfect body any girl could ask for.

We used to have competition about who had the longest hair, but she got hers cut and now I'm beating her by miles. Though her hair goes half way down her back, mine stretches almost down past my butt. Pretty proud.

I arrived at Ranis house, its a nice house. She lives with both her parents and twin brother Max. Boy, oh, boy does that family have looks. If Rani wasn't my friend, I would go out with Max any day. Maybe I do have a slight crush on him.

I knocked on their door and to my surprise, Max opened. He is usually out with his mates but maybe not tonight. I smiled and greeted him, he smiled back but he looked as though he wanted something.

I finally asked if Rani was ready and he told me she was still in the shower. I rolled my eyes, and I think he saw because as soon as I did he invited me in, a wide smirk on his face.

[A/N
Epilogue isnt good, read more
I hope you enjoy Chapter one
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