CHANGE - Book 1 (A Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

Chapter 37

~~~ Chapter 37 ~~~ Luke's POV

Shit's fucked.

A perfect description of my life.

I stormed down the street, just as the clouds broke open and rain began to pour down on me. Rain season can fuck off.

It soaked me within seconds, my hair falling down over my eyes. 

My blood was boiling but I couldn't tell what with. Mixtures of emotions flooded through me.

God that Avey girl. A friend? Of Aimee's? I bet she thought it would be a great idea to kiss her 'best friend's' crush. Well more than crush.

Why the hell did I kiss back? I ran a hand through my wet hair, pushing it back. I don't know why... Maybe because I'm a dick?

I had come of the stage and was getting a tonne of attention from girls. I'd had all that before but they were all complimenting me etcetera. Avey walked up to me, pulled me into a circle of other dancers and then just randomly starting pressing her lips to mine. It was as bizarre as it sounds. 

Before I could take in what was happening, my lips were kissing back. And then as I faded back into reality, I heard Aimee gasp my name.

It may have been her fault for falling for me but what she saw was complete mercenary of me. That was unfair, so horribly unfair, to firstly leave her without a reason she understood, and then kiss another girl. 

She had stood by me when I was in my worst state and that's how I repay her? 

Jesus Christ.

I hate her back. I mean, she almost made me fall for her when I had sworn never too. She had also made me feel guilty, because I had caused her so much pain. But she was such an adventure, a drama. And what was life without a little drama?

I knew one thing as I crossed the bridge to get to my house.

This wasn't the end of Aimee and I.

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Aimee's POV

The drive to my house was silent. The sound of rain splattering against the car windows was the only sound that meant I was still awake, still breathing, still alive.

Michael was staring at me, I could feel it. It was mean of me to make him so worried but I honestly did not have the energy in me to make any effort at doing anything.

He pulled up outside my house and got out of the car. A few seconds later, he was holding open my door and helping me out.

I walked up to the front door, Michael by my side. 

Before I had even knocked, my mum had opened the door and was rushing me inside. 

She wrapped me in a blanket, shielding me from the cold of the rain, warming me. I saw her give Michael a small, grateful smile and he nodded, giving me a long, sorrowful look before running back to his car, hood up.

"Baby are you okay?" She asked quietly. 

I shook my head.

She sighed, guiding me up the stairs to my room, where my bed was ready for me. Good. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and fall into an unconscious place.

I slid into bed, turning away from my mum. My eyelids felt heavy, along with my broken heart.

"Listen sweetie," she whispered, stroking my wet hair. "Whoever did this to you will regret it."

I turned to look at her, giving her a tired, confused look. She smiled.

"You said it yourself, I'm not that old. I know that no illness breaks a heart, and I know what the symptoms of a broken heart are."