Tangled || Luke Hemmings

Chapter 13

13.

                I woke up at 6am when Luke was gone. I looked around and thought to myself ‘there’s no way I could clean up this mess before my parents get home,’ as I disposed the pizza box to the trash can, and then I remembered last night Luke threw up in our bathroom. I rushed to it but the only mess I found were Luke’s wet shirt which smelt like a hand soap still hanging on the sink because he probably had washed it and Luke’s leather jacket was hanging on the back of the door, he barely left a mess when he was drunk, a thing that a boy like Luke would do. I picked up his shirt and decided to bring them upstairs. Unfortunately it wasn’t a right moment when I got out of the bath room, my Dad caught me with Luke’s pieces of clothing on both hands. “Hazel, whose clothes are they?” He asked with the most intimidating tone you’ll ever heard from your parents.

“It’s Luke’s.” I answered trying to avoid his eyes which were pierced to my face try to reveal the reason of why I held Luke’s clothes.

“Have anything to explain, young lady?”

“What’s going on here?” Mom came towards us before I could explain anything.

“It seems like our girl did something with a guy last night and she’s trying to explain it to me,”

“I didn’t do anything with him! Listen to me, Mom, Dad, Luke came here because he had to meet me and tell me something important. He looked for me at Jake’s Party last night but he couldn’t find me of course, I wasn’t there, so he decided to come here instead. We just had pizza and talked about things he wanted to tell me,”

“What about the clothes?” My Dad interrogating.

“It was raining when school was over, and as you know I didn’t drive to school yesterday. Patrick was at the football game last evening, so he couldn’t drive me home. I met Luke on my way home, but I refused his offer to drive me home and he lent me his jacket.” I explained.

“About the t-shirt?”

 “He was drunk when he came here, okay? So I let him in because he said his Mum was away until I forget when so if he went home last night he would be alone, and it is better not to let a drunk person all by himself. And he also kinda threw up here but I swear the only mess he left is this washed t-shirt which smells like a hand soap instead of puke.” I tried to explain the truth about what had happened earlier today.

“I want the truth Hazel. Don’t make up stories to get yourself out of the trouble you’ve caused!”

“Honey, stop. You’re going too far. You have to learn to put a trust on her, she’s not 12.” My Mom tried to stop my Dad which didn’t work because his eyes were still pierced through my soul, insisting more details about everything.

“No honey, you don’t understand. She wasn’t like this before she met Luke…”

“Dad, you can’t just blame Luke, it was all my fault. Feel free to ground me because of my irresponsibility. I deserve that anyway.” I defended Luke.

“I’m not gonna ground you, but you should step away a little from that lip piercing guy. Do you understand?” He never sounded so mad before. He even looked angrier than he did when he scolded me for getting a D in Calculus.

“Hazel, go to your room,” My Mom told me to prevent more arguments because I knew she is on my side.

I followed her order and immediately stumbled to my room.

                I understand how I’ve disappointed Dad by letting a drunk guy came into the house late at night leaving his pieces of clothing here as if we did something inappropriate but no, I’m not that kind of girl. I looked at my phone and found a message from Luke:

“Hi Hazel, I’m sorry I left early this morning. Thank you for the pizza and everything last night and I’m sorry about my t-shirt which was still in your bathroom by the time I left. Could you please keep my t-shirt and jacket I lent you earlier before I have it back? And I still have your flannel by the way. Hope I didn’t get you into trouble. –Luke”

He already got me into so many troubles, but the definite bonus was I got to keep his clothes at least for a quite some times before he took it back.

“It’s okay Luke, I’m glad I could keep your clothes so I know that you would come back here someday even just to take the clothes or return mine. Yes, you’ve gotten me into so many troubles lately, even every second I spent with you is trouble, but I don’t mind at all. –Hazel”

“I’m sorry about it. Did your parents say anything about me? Did he ground you? I felt so stupid I forgot to bring my clothes home. -Luke”

“It’s okay, really. My Dad didn’t ground me but he told me to stay away from you because you had a bad influence on me, but I think it’s time to be a little rebel since I’ve promised you to spend some more time with you before you go. We will have to sneak out in order to hang out together. -Hazel”

“Now I’ve made your Dad hate me, I’m so sorry. Yeah, maybe you should listen to your Dad, but if you insist, we should be really careful then. See you on Monday, Hazel. –Luke”

“However, a promise is a promise. See you on Monday. –Hazel”

And I’ve just realized I’ve gotten myself into some more troubles. I hope I wouldn’t have to regret anything in the future, but the regret would eventually come as the effect of the troubles would appear.

I soon realized that another trouble I would cause was not telling Luke I will go to somewhere else too. I know he would probably get so mad at me, but it wouldn’t be necessary to tell him if the result wasn’t out yet.

                I had been in my room for almost 7 hours since then. I honestly didn’t mind being alone or just waiting for my “boyfriend” to text me. Patrick had been so protective yesterday when I mentioned Luke’s name like the other boyfriend should be, but I guess it was temporary because he didn’t even seem to care about me today.

I meant it when I said I will figure out the way to be with Luke without hurting anyone else. I feel sorry for myself, for letting Luke came into my life. But I didn’t think it was a mistake at all. Luke makes me see the world in a whole different perspective and he helped me through the hardest thing in my life. I hate to admit the feeling I have for Luke grew stronger as it replace the feeling I have for Patrick dangerously slow. Why would I even risk my life for a guy who’s nobody to me? I’ve never have a single tend to be rebel before. Luke seemed to bring out the worst in me, but that’s not all a bad thing for me.

a.n: I really wanted to thank my friends for helping me in this chapter when I got stuck while writing this chapter. This might be a bit shorter than the previous chapters but I really hope you still enjoy the story :)