Holy Grail (discontinued)

XIII. Single

I somehow got invited to Luke's concert tonight. Well not somehow, it was him. Why he insisted, I don't know. In all honesty, I don't want to go. I hate attention, and since having been associated with the band, people recognize me. And for someone like me, that's weird.

Marty and I are set to go together, her saying something about standing in front of the barricade; a privilege of being with the band. Lucky us. Any average teenage girl would kill to be in my position-you know, being even better than front row at a 5SOS concert; obviously not the Luke Hemmings beating the crap out of you part.

And I'm sorry to be a Debbie downer, but Luke saying that he'll enjoy his fake girlfriend more than me hit me pretty hard; harder than any one of hits ever could. So it made it all the more difficult when he texted me asking-no telling me-that I'd be attending his gig tonight.

"Ready, Luc?" Marty pops up in the front of the bus.

"Yep," I smooth out my crop top and attempt to pull up the rather fitted high-waisted jeans Marty gave me to wear. "Um, don't you think this is a little...tight? Revealing? I don't know if I should wear this."

"Gosh, you're such an innocent little lamb, Luci. No wonder Luke likes you. He gets to corrupt you."

"Huh?" I look at her bewilderment.

"He gets to corr...oh my God. You...you're...you haven't done it, have you? Oh my God!"

Oh. That. Oh.

"Um..."

"Oh my God! Six months and you...are you, do you not believe in premarital sex?"

"I...I'm just-I'm not ready yet. And Luke gets that."

"He does?"

"Yeah." Or so he says. Unless he's getting it from elsewhere...

"Wow. That's...amazing, actually. He better keep you around; girls like you are hard to come by," she gushes.

"Yes, they are," Luke chirps. We both turn around to find him perched on one of the walls, his arms crossed in front of him. He seems unreasonably happy today; dressed in his typical concert attire consisting of black skinny jeans, Vans and a black muscle tank.

"Jesus, Luke! I didn't even hear you come in," Marty spits as an involuntary blush takes over my face. He just smiles, his lips parting when landing on my outfit. I see him gulp, raking his eyes over my slightly exposed abdomen and tight light wash jeans.

"I'm sneaky," he forcibly chuckles, his eyes never breaking from me. But little does Marty know; his words hold so much more meaning than she could ever imagine. "Anyway, I've been sent to tell you it's time to leave."

"Sure you were," she eyes the two of us. "Or you just wanted to check up on your girlfriend before the gig," she continues, rolling her eyes and grabbing me by my arm.

But Luke halts her. "Can you give us a minute? Alone?"

She looks between the two of us, a childish grin making its way to her face. "Oh, see I was right. You so wanna-," she throws her hands up as Luke glares at her. "Fair enough. But I bet you're not going to be a virgin for long, Luci," she sing-songs walking out of the bus, to which my cheeks flush the brightest shade of red.

As soon as the door closes, he grips me by the arm extremely hard, leaving handprints, I'm sure. "Take this f-cking sh-t off. Now. You're not going out like that."

"B-but...you don't like it? Does it looks b-bad?"

"It looks awful on you." My face falls at this as he releases his grip. "You shouldn't be wearing stuff like this, is what I mean. It's not you. Now take it off and put something on you would wear. And if I see you at the concert with this sh-t on, you will regret it."