Baby Project || 5sos

eleven

Luke

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In all honesty, I was pissed. My mind was racing as I drove around town not wanting to go home just yet. Why did she have to act that flirty way with Ashton? "Marry you on the spot"?? Was she that easy?

I admit I feel horrible for treating her that way and telling her that I didn't care but I wished she should have at least ran after me or told me that she was sorry for being such a slut. I finally turned towards my street and drove to my house. Once I got out of my car, I stared at the yellow house across from mine and debated to myself if I should go and check out if Shannen and Darcie made it home, but decided against it.

A buzzing was felt in my pocket as the tune of Green Day's song Jesus of Suburbia started ringing and I dug into my pocket finding the stupid gadget. The caller ID read 'ching chong hood' and immediately knew it was Calum Hood.

"What the hell do you want, Hood?" I asked irritated at the kiwi boy who added to my horrible mod.

"Jeez, damn who rejected to suck your dick this time?" He chuckled joking around.

"Your mom did, now what the hell do you want?" I asked irritated at Calum who didn't seem to get a hint to just fuck off.

"My mom wouldn't tap that, Lucas. I just wanted to be a good pal and remind you that Connor's party is coming up and he would kill you if you didn't bring your little girlfriend of yours." I could just hear that smirk of him knowing the fact that 1) Shannen was not my girlfriend 2) Shannen hates parties 3) Connor was going to kill me.

"I'm not going." Ending the call, I knew in the back if my mind that I had to go unless I wanted trouble with Connor and his 'gang' of dickwads. I was about to walk up my house, when I noticed a car pull down the road and stopping in front of Shannen's house.

It was Ashton's car. His ugly red Mazda car. His car which had my 'wife' and my 'child' inside.

Shannen stepped out of the car, carrying Darcie with her and the pink baby bag calling out inside the car, "Thanks Ash" or maybe it was "Thanks trash", I can't really tell since I'm faraway, hopefully it was the second phrase.

'Ash' or should I say 'trash' drove away leaving Shannen on the pavement. As if she could feel my eyes staring at her, she looked my way and even though we were exactly forty-two, yes we counted when we were twelve, steps apart, I felt her stare burn holes in me as if me leaving her at school was murder.

She strides off to the yellow house and I felt the urge to go after her, I mean should I? She's the one who was all slutty with Trashton and this is all her fault. Shit, I sill need to tell her about the party. I ran towards her house, forty-two steps as we counted when we were younger felt like forty-two million miles as I took each step wanting to get to her quick enough. I got to the door right in time as she stared up at me and then, she grinned before slamming the door on my face.

I was annoyed with this girl as I dig my pockets for my house key to her house. I don't understand why girls chose to carry big purses when literally I can put anything in my pocket. I finally was poked in the hand with a metallic cool feeling which I guess was the keys.

I inserted the gold, yet rusty key that fit the brown door perfectly. I gave the door a little push to open it and revealed their messy household. Shannen didn't live entirely by herself, her parents came home once or twice a month and a care taker whom acted as a guardian came three times a week. I guess Martia was sick because it didn't look like the house was cared for at all.

I knew my way around this house since I learned to crawl here! Not my own home, but here! I also took my very first steps in this house, so I guess it's reasonable enough that I can navigate around this house with my eyes closed. I knew my way to Shannen's bed room as if I was going to my own.