"What does "a night out" mean?" Samuel asks over the phone. "Don't worry, we aren't going to go clubbing. Let's just do teenagery things."
I hear Samuel groan for a bit. "Fine. But what about the girls? Mom isn't home and I would feel terrible about leaving them with grandma."
I chewed my lip at the thought before groaning loudly. "Stay home, Zavala. But you owe me."
Samuel chuckled before hanging up.
I rang Luke next.
When he picked up, I heard the muffled sounds of music and bass. "Hey, where are you?" I ask, skipping all formalities. "Cheyanne? Oh, yeah. I'm at a music lounge. Wassup?"
"Nothing much. Hey do you mind if I go? To whatever lounge you're at?" I ask, tentatively.
His voice suddenly turned bitter. "I don't seem to be pleasant company. Go talk to your older brother, why don't you?"
So he wasn't as happy as he seemed when we dropped Charlie off at his house (where Charlie shooed us away because he was gonna throw up and because we were gonna be late to sixth period).
"Luke, please... we were so good," I mumble quietly, chewing on my bottom lip trying not to cry.
"We were. Honestly. But I dunno, Chey. You're so complicated, with your home life and your self harming. One minute you completely trust me, the next you ignore me for the entirety of a week," Luke said.
I gasp, trying to fully grasp what he was saying. I didn't though. "What?"
"We can't be friends. I want to jump you every time I see you, but I can't because you'd be uncomfortable with it all because your innocence was robbed blah blah blah."
I crumble to the floor, pressing the phone to my ear and a hand over my mouth so I could conceal the sobs threatening to escape.
"But I can't stick around anymore, waiting for you to come around. I genuinely like you but I cannot be strung along." he continued.
"I'm not stringing you along! Luke listen to me please." I beg, my voice breaking. "Please. Please..."
"I'm leaving. I fly out tomorrow." He says curtly, and I can feel his clipped voice slicing me up leaving me in shreds.
"You're what?" Nothing seemed to be making its way to my head because I couldn't believe anything he was telling me.
"I tried, Chey. I tried hard. But this is goodbye Cheyanne Levine."
a/n
so im finishing off this part of the story.
i feel like the chey as a prostitute part of the story is over and luke being an indecisive little bitch is also over.
there will be a sequel and im working on it rapidly bc i want to be a writer and what a better way to practice than writing fanfiction?
that and you'll probably kill me if i didnt either
im sorry that was such an abrupt ending but when have i ever been a nice and clean writer?
go ahead and comment and vote if you havent and if you dont want to i get that too 😂
um i wanna thank yall so much for supporting me all the way through this fucking shit pile of words this fanfiction was.. thanks to all those who voted, to all those who commented and tHank you TO ALL OF YOU BECAUSE NOT ONCE DID I RECEIVE HATE ( i thought i did this one time but idk if i understood it as hate 😂 )
but comment what you think will happen in the sequel and i am in need of help for a good thought out cover this time if someone wants to help out on that.
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