Low. (Janoskian FanFiction)

Chapter 16

Becca knocked harder on the door. 

"OPEN THIS DOOR BECAUSE YOU DO NOT WANT TO FACE THE CONSEQUENCES." She warned Isa, as she tried to pry the door open. Beau was next to her, his head sill hurting from the gigantic hangover he had from Friday. 

Becca was the same. Everything she did that day was a complete blurr, she could only remember arriving at the club and putting one cup of vodka after another up on her lips. Apart from that, she could not remember anything. Even Beau was a slight blurr, she could only remember his eyes close to hers, staring into her heart. She remembered smelling his Hollister cologne, and being embraced in some sort of warmth. 

It all seemed a dream.

She had asked Beau if he remembered anything earlier, yet he said nothing. But he turned away and blushed, she could tell. He changed the topic quickly, as the emotion disappeared from his eyes. Becca knew when he was hiding something, and she was itching to know. If something had happened between this sexy guy and her, she needed to know.

He was standing next to her, their noses barely touching the door's surface.

No answer as she knocked hard on it again.

"Isa, I'm warning you." Becca was at her boiling point. Beau and her had ditched last period to come visit her, because Luke had texted them that she had not come to school. He was already inside her apartment, but refused to tell them what was happening.

Becca couldn't take it any longer and she kicked the door. Considering she had taken self-defense classes for years, the door flew open violently. The hinges creaked, but did not break as she entered the room FBI style. Beau trailed behind her, impressed, intimidated and attracted to this sudden violent side of her.

She could hear soft sobs coming from Isa's room. The soft voice of Luke accompanied them, comforting and embracing. It was warm.

They moved close to the door, their ears pasted to the wood. They couldn't make out the words, only soft and barely audible sobbing, and soft whispers next to it. Comforting words. Becca knocked softly on the door, hesitating as her fist made a slight noise. The sobbing and whispering stopped, and she could hear only shuffling movements around the room, as if someone was walking back and forth and back and forth across it.

"Please let me in, I just want to make you feel better." Becca said, her eyebrows kinitting up with worry. Beau put a hand on her shoulder, and motioned her to try to open the door.

She turned the knob, which was surprisingly open. She pushed the door slowly, the wood creaking as they peeked into the room. 

Isa was curled up in a ball at the edge of her bed, her back was facing them. She was shaking softly, and they could hear her intermittent breathing, the sound of her tears knotted up in her eyes, bursting to spring through. Luke was sitting next to her, holding a photo in both his soft and warm hands. He just sat there, stunned. Isa shook a bit more, then stopped suddenly, as if someone had  pressed the pause button.

She seemed to notice their presence, and snatched the photo out of Luke's hands. He turned around quickly, just seeming to react to Beau and Becca's entrance. He rapidly stood up and came close to them, his hair a mess, and his eyes wild with something more than just regular sadness and fear.

Luke looked them both straight in the eyes. "Please, not now." He pleaded, but Becca's own stubborn and determined nature mixed with Beau's also similar personality stood in the way.

"No way." She said as she tried to push him away so she could get to Isa.

"Look, I didn't know what was happening, I just thought she was sad about what happened Friday and all, but..." He interrupted himself, pausing and seeming distant. Then he composed himself enough to finish his sentence, or part of it at least. "Just please, leave her alone. I can't do anything." He seemed almost as if he was going to cry, which was odd, because you know he was Luke Brooks.

Beau and Becca saw sincerity enough in his eyes to melt gold. He pushed them out of the room, and turned back to Isa one last time, out of earshot. He just managed to get some words on his lips.

"I'll protect you. I swear."

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It had been about a minute since James got the inspiration enough to create this masterpiece in his mind, but already he knew it was genius. 

He watched Karigan write on her notebook, on the desk next to his, her small cute hands gripped on the pen like her life depended on it. She was doodling, which was not uncommon in History Class, because the teacher, an old man in his seventies, gave the class in the same tone, word after word monotone, boring and put you to sleep like a lullaby. She had her eyes heavy, and James could make out her breathing becoming sleepier.

He turned back to his own doodles, and smiled widely. He had texted Kate earlier, because they all had gone to Karigan's last night to study. Well, "study". Kate knew her address, key in James's master plan. He was very satisfied with his own romantic notions. He smiled to himself like an idiot. He had never been this crazy about a girl. Never.

And now he couldn't afford letting her go.

He watched Karigan doodle some more, then place the pen's end in her mouth and grin. She was so adorable when she did that. Well, James seemed to think she was adorable doing absolutely everything. She was constantly a thing in his mind. They had become closer since the kiss, that had turned out in a make out session. It wasn't his first, and yet he felt so new to it.

He wanted to stay on her lips forever. He adored every inch of her.

That was why James was so intent on preparing his plan. His master plan. The absolute perfect way of asking Karigan to be his girlfriend.

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Daniel texted James whilst an enormous grin appeared on his face. It was so him to be all romantic and lovely when it came to girls.

Well, Daniel was the same. Not when it came to girls. But when it came to Kate.

Ugh she drove him so insane sometimes. 

And seeing her there, writing in her notebook, probably some lyrics to a rock song. She was into that kind of music. It wasn't his type of music, but it seemed to fit Kate so perfectly. Daniel loved when she said "Skip" with her American accent, it was so cute. During the last few weeks, he had wondered how he could have missed a girl like her. Maybe it was because of his shallow view before. Or maybe it was because he hung with the popular crowd.

Not anymore, though. And he couldn't have felt better.

Since Kate had come to his life things had changed. He hadn't talked to those fake Barbie girls in all the time he had been hanging out with her, and he had never felt better. He talked to those Barbies about soccer and his own problems, but they only giggled. They never said anything, they just giggled like the idiots they were. They never were there for him. They were shallow girls who liked him for his appearance.

Well, he considered himself pretty damn hot.

Kate, on the other hand, actually listened. She seemed interested in him, was there for him when he needed to talk and loved his company. They could talk for hours on the phone. Daniel had never felt a stronger connection to someone. She wasn't like the fake girls. Kate was the kind of girl Daniel would had never considered. He wouldn't even notice her, before.

And he hated himself for it.

She was the most beautiful person he had ever met. She was so different. Maybe that was what made him so attracted towards her.

He was itching for it to be Saturday. He was desperate to have his lips on hers.

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