The Hairdressers Daughters//.completed.

Chapter 10

Nicky's POV
"Was the kiss with Luke good?" Michael asked furiously, "I-uh, I'm-" I start frantically racking my brain for something to say. "Here's what happened: Luke walked up to me & told me to meet him at the front of the bus in 30 seconds, so I waited 30 seconds, I walked to the front & saw you & Luke making out. "Wow." I say, I turn around & go back to the front.

I see Luke sitting there with headphones in,i walk up to him & rip them out, "So you set me up?! You have a GIRLFRIEND!" I yell at him, I didn't care if everyone could hear. "I'm sorry, I like you & I could tell Michael did too. I wanted him to know we had something." Luke says reaching for my hand, I jerk it back. "Key word, HAD something. It's over!" I say teary eyed, I walk to the back to make up with Michael. I open to door to Ryan & Michael about to kiss. "STOP!" I yell at them, tears running down my face. I notice beer cans next to them, "SO IS THIS WHAT YOU DO MICHAEL?! GET GIRLS DRUNK SO THEYLL MAKE OUT WITH YOU?!?! SHES MY SISTER!!" I yell at him, I quickly grab Ryan & pull her into the bathroom, "What the heck do you think your doing?! Why would he do that!?!" I angrily ask her. "It wasn't him." she says while crying. "What?!" I ask surprised, "You made me pissed with the Ashton thing, then you cheated on Michael. I wanted to get you back, plus we didn't even do anything." she says looking in my eyes. "You were about to & were not even dating. I like Michael... A LOT! Luke has a girlfriend but he was coming on to me, I was confused. And I told you, I'm SORRY about the Ashton thing!" I yell. I decide I'm done with this bus. I run out of the bathroom & off the bus. Since it was at a rest stop for the night I text Ryan

To Ryan, From Nicky
<ryan>
WHERE ARE U?!
<nicky>
Somewhere, I'll meet y'all at the bus tomorrow. For now I need time.

I turn off my phone & start walking. My phone buzzes

To Nicky, From Maggie
<maggie>
Stay AWAY from Luke
<nicky>
Bitch please. It was a mistake
<naggie>
Watch who your messing with