nerd // luke hemmings [editing]

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C H A P T E R E I G H T E E N

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•Luke•

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'36 Unread Messages'

I read from my phone as I drive to nowhere specific. I ignore them and throw my phone on the passenger's seat.

I have no idea what i'm doing or where I'm going. All I know is that I think the girl that I love cheated on me. As sappy as that sounds, it's true. And I feel like I'm slowly breaking into a thousand pieces.

I feel the stray, unwanted tears fall down my face, as I angrily wipe them away with the back of my free hand. I hate crying. I just don't like how you show weakness by doing it.

I pass by a bar and without thinking, park my car by the entrance. Just as I'm about to open the car door, my phone starts to vibrate loudly on front seat. I glance at it and see a picture of me kissing Addie's cheek, a cute, shy, yet huge smile on her lips.

I sigh and slowly let go of the door handle, and rest my forehead on the steering wheel.

I grab my phone and unlock to screen to read some of the texts.

Bassist: dude come back or i'm stealing all the chips

Cliffordconda: don't do anything stupid.

Fletcher: Listen to her. She's not lying

Adten💙😁: luke i love you more than anything and i swear i would never hurt you like that. please let me explain. xxxx

I run a hand through my hair for the hundredth time today.

It's not that I don't trust Addison. It's just that...the picture was kind of proof.

Well, this sucks.

I shake my head to my conscience nagging me to stay in the car, and head to the bar's entrance.

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•Addison•

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"Addie, come on honey, you can't stay there forever you know?" my mom says from the other side of the door. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to talk?" she says softly.

I sigh and shake my head, even though I know that she couldn't see me through the closed door. "No, i'm fine mom. Thanks anyway." I mumble.

"Alright then. I'll be back later tonight from work alright? Love you."

"Love you too. Bye." I say and turn my attention back on my laptop.

It was around five in the afternoon. I've been on my bed, in pajamas and a red and black checkered flannel all day, eating all the chocolate I could find in the house and watching reruns of America's Next Top Model Cycle 21 from my laptop.