Yellow // L. H.

Chapter 1.

Audrey's POV

"How does someone get lost in a place like this?" I sighed. This sucks.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" Marisa said as she looked at the small map.

Turning the corner, I ran into the wall and fell only to hear Marisa laughing. Looking up, I saw a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes and a lip ring.

"Uh. Hi," I said shocked at who stood in front of me.

"Sorry didn't see you there," He said as he helped me up.

"I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings," He smiled with his hand out to shake.

"Audrey. Audrey Jones," I said taking his hand in mine, feeling something small come in between our hands I got a little shocked.

"Well since that happened, can you help us get out of here?" Marisa asked as she stood by my side.

"Uh, yeah," quickly, he told us where to go and we made our way towards the exit.

Only for Marisa to stop abruptly.

"Wait. What's in your hand?" Looking down, I saw a yellow piece of paper sticking on my phone.

'Hey, maybe we could hang sometime?

Xoxo, Luke'

Oh. My. God.

I'm not worthy to live anymore.

Looking up to Marisa with my jaw opened wide, I saw her smiling at me before I saw her eyes flare with anger. Turning, I saw Calum Hood walking down the corridor like he owned the place.

"Ladies," he said smugly, passing us completely. Well he would have if Marisa kept her damn mouth shut. Which she didn't do, so good.

"Asshole," she said loud enough for him to hear, causing him to stop and turn towards us.

"What did you say?" he growled out.

"You heard me," she sneered.

"Why you li-" he started.

"Come at me," Marisa said as she made her way towards him.

Suddenly, 3 Aussie boys come rushing out and grab Calum just as him and Marisa are about to go head to head.

Luckily, I was able to grab Marisa before she was able to claw his eyes out.

"Let me at him!" she shouted as she tried getting at him.

Thank you for giving me arm muscles, god. Thank you.

"Sorry!" I said as I slowly pulled Marisa away.

"It's fine!" Luke shouted back smiling.

"Hey, could you go down to room A109?" Ashton asked sweetly. I nodded since that's all I could do at the moment, I somehow pulled Marisa down the hall and into the room.

Forcing her to sit on the red plush couch, she sat criss-cross and gripped her hands, causing her knuckles to turn white. This was a sort of new side of Marisa for me. She's always been angered easily, but I've never seen her try to physically attack someone. Well, someone she hardly knew at least.

"What was that?" I shouted at her as she started rocking back and forth.

"He is so much like him. I kind of just snapped? I don't know," she mumbled.

"Marisa, every guy isn't like Ben-"

"Don't you dare say his name," she sneered as she looked up at me slightly.