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fourteen

Mikey stood in the door frame of my room, evidently confused. He furrowed his eyebrows and spoke, "Wow, you sure dressed up nice for your tutor." He said, staring at me.

I giggled dumbly and racked my brain for the correct words to say, "Yeah, He's kind of cute, I'm just trying to impress him, you know?" I asked. He nodded and walked over to my dresser, grabbing his beanie that he forgot previously. "Have fun with your tutor! Love you, M!"

I gave him a quick love you too and less than 2 minutes after Mikey closed the door, the infamous Luke Hemmings opened it. I heard his keys hit my counter as he climbed the stairs. I sat on my bed, staring at the door frame as he poked his head around my room, smiling when he saw me.

"Hi baby." He spoke, moving his tall, slim figure into my bed room. I grinned and rolled my eyes. "Not your baby. Hi Luke." I spoke, fighting back my smile. He sat on the floor in front of my bed, staring at me closely. "I saw Michael leaving. You tell him?" He asked, pushing his golden curls off his forehead. "No Luke, there's nothing to tell him..."

I bit my lip as I trailed off. I knew I was wrong, but looking at the blue eyed, blonde haired boy in front of my bed, I felt so right. "You kissed me. Why are you acting like you don't have feelings for me?" Luke asked, tugging on the ends of his hair.

"I-" I parted my lips to speak only to be cut off. "You give me these mixed signals. You sit on Michael's lap and you're always all over him. You kiss me and moan for me. Either you like me or you don't, Malea." He finished, standing up.

I sat in a state of morbid confusion. Luke always left me feeling at least mildly confused. How did he move from thought to thought so quickly? Is that normal? Maybe I'm the weird one. I stood up suddenly, yanking myself from my brain. "I like you." I spoke confidently.

He looked down at me with those big eyes of his. "Let's just keep this low key for a while, Luke. There's a lot going on right now. I like you so much. I've liked you for so long." I whispered now. He made me nervous, always.

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me deeply. It happened fast but it was warm. I rested my hands on his hip bones that leveled off around my belly button due to his tall figure. His hands quickly moved to my butt which he scooped off the ground so that I was straddling his waist.

His hands moved to my waist as I tightened my thighs against his hip bones. Luke was never good at communicating but through cuddling with me on his drunken nights and making me feel this way, he got his point across.

Luke slammed my back against the wall, trailing kisses down my neck, now resting his hand on my throat to move me how he wanted me. I hummed in satisfaction at Luke's actions. There was something so refreshing about finally being told what to do instead of telling someone.

Ashton could never. "What the fuck did you just say?" Luke pulled away from my neck and made a horrified face. I widened my eyes as I looked at a now furious Luke. What the fuck did I just say?

Luke practically dropped me as he backed up from the wall and shook his head. I stood on the ground with wobbly legs. "I should have known better." I stood in a terrified and confused state. "Moaning his name while I- you're pathetic, Malea." Luke walked out of my bedroom door, then the door to my house, slamming both of them. 

I stood in my room, my shirt ruffled from Luke's hands. I rubbed my eyes.

What a long fucking weekend.