Dares

We Were Getting Somewhere

Baileys POV

I wake up late, still pissed at my mum and Luke. So I put on my black skinnies, a marron loose spaghetti strap tank top, and my leather jacket. I pull on my hightops and braid my hair quickly, before grabbing a toast with Vegemite off the counter and make sure I have everything before heading out of the house, still in my glasses when Luke stops me.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with Ashton?" He spits like Ashton is some sort of disease.

"Maybe my pissy brother convinced my mum that Ashton and I were fucking," I growl.

"I didn't trust me, I don't want you here either," he glares.

"Don't you have to pick up Faith or something?" I retort, not gonna lie a little hurt that my twin didn't want to be in the same house as me, but hey, I ran away to Ashton's for like four days sooo...

"Shit," he curses, grabbing his keys. I scoff and go outside, pulling myself into my truck and slamming my head on the steering wheel, letting out a scream of stress and pain before letting the tears flow.

My phone rings and I answer it without looking at the caller ID. "Bailey? Ash and I are both waiting...are you ok?" Michaels's voice flows through.

"No Mike, I'm not ok," I choke. There are voices and arguing before he speaks.

"Hold on, I'll send help." I don't listen and sit there with tears flowing down my cheeks as the door opens moments later.

"Bailey? Mike said you were in-oh," My brother's voice sounds. I scoff through the tears, not wanting to deal with his shit.

"Bailey," he sounds broken as he says my name as if he's about to cry, and I know my twin, and I can tell he's on the verge of tears.

"I don't-" I start but he cuts me off by pulling me into a hug, I fall out of the truck and into his arms, bawling as we soak each other's tops with tears. I cling onto him, desperate and feeling like he's going to disappear any minute.

I breathe in his scent that seems to have faded from my memory, only to hit me in the head like a brick when I experience it again.

I sign out heavily and hold him tightly, knowing we will both have to probably skip math, and mum will have a fit.

"Luke," I choke holding him tighter, fisting his shirt.

"I'm here, it's ok Bay," he whispers, the nickname making me only cry more. We eventually pull away and his eyes are red and his face is tear-streaked, probably the same as mine.

"We are so stupid," he whispers. I nod in agreement and he offers me a ride to school, we both look like shit and I'm sure we are going to have a lot of questions. We pull up to the school and I see Faith leaning against the wall, she furrows a brow when she sees us together in this state and walks up to us cautiously.

"Um...hi?" she questions, I sigh as she and Luke engage in a conversation and we walk into the school. Ashton is pacing, running his hands through his hair nervously and he breathes out a sigh of relief when he sees me.

"Bailey oh my hell, I was so-" he cuts himself off when he sees Luke, who seems to harden when he sees me and Ashton making contact, he pulls the arm I had my grip on and walks away with Faith without saying anything. I feel like a knife just stabbed into my chest a gazillion times as I watch him go.

"What happened?" Ashton asks, moving some hair away and caressing my cheeks.

"I thought I was getting somewhere with Luke, and now it feels like he just shot me fifty times and tore me to pieces," I choke, falling into Ashton.