WAYWARD - L.H

sixty five

"Let go of me!" I jerk my arm away, "Luke! Let go of me!!" I shrieked before he pushes me against the wall of an empty alley.

Before he could say a word. I slapped him.

His cheeks turned red, his facial expression was from mad to surprised, his eyes widened as he rub his cheek.

"I-" He started, I slapped him again, this time on the other cheek. How dare he punch Connor and embarrass him and how dare he even show up his face in front of me.

"I don't know what to say to you, Luke" I started trying to hold my tears but my face shows how disappointed I am. "You disgust me-"

"What the fuck are you saying? You made me wait on you for 6 fucking hours, you wouldn't fucking answer your phone and you've been avoiding me! You didn't tell me where you are and I don't fucking know what the hell is wrong with you and you fucking slapped me?!" His eyes are paler, he's fuming, his knuckles turning white. He ruffled his hair in frustration.

"You don't have to explain a thing, Luke. I don't want to hear any of your lies again" I looked away,

"What are you talking about?!" He punched the wall near me making me gasp, his knuckles were bleeding, its not impossible that its broken, his eyes were trying to tear up but he doesn't show it but I know better.

"Tell me whats happening!" He croaked, I'm confused.

"You lied to me!" My tears started streaming down my face,

"How?" He asked.

"Ask Travis" I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and ran away from his grip.

Luke'sP.O.V

I hate it I fucking look like an idiot. This is so fucked up, why is Scott not answering her phone? I fucking told her to meet me here at the fucking grill! Why isn't she coming?

I tried to be patient since Ashton kept telling me that its a fucking virtue. I waited infront of the grill for six fucking, excited of how I should tell her about our trip to Hawaii and how I imagined her wearing small bikinis showing off her perfect body.

I was so pissed as fuck so I started ordering gin from the bar and when I got bored I decided to just go to her frat house and ask her what the fuck just happened, I just feel crashed, my effort is just for nothing. She didnt even bother to explain even through fucking text why she didnt fucking showed up.

I stumbled through the dark as I walk my way. I was about to knock from their door but decided against it, I coughed as I stumble walking away from the door step, trying to find my way back to where I'm supposed to be.

I woke up the next morning with a pretty bad headache.

I groaned as I sit myself up, trying to grab the water from my side table.

Calum then came barging in my room, as usual.

"Its 4pm bro, how'd it go yesterday?"

"Shut up!" I growled, brushing the strands of my hear with my free hand.

"What happened, mate?" Hr asks again, I'm never gonna stop him from asking things no matter how hard I try.

"Just let it go, man" I closed my eyes, resting my head on my bed's headboard.

"You guys got into a fight again?" He asks sheepishly,

"Damn it, Calum. I said let it go!" I nearly shouted.

He raised his hands up in defense and left my room.

I rolled my eyes and immediately stood up, grabbed the i-don't-know-if-this-is-clean shirt from the floor and wore it quickly on my head and grabbed a hoodie from my closet and ran my way downstairs.