Always M.C.

Chapter Six

"Mikey stop." I ran after him.

"No, Scarlett. You're the one who needs to stop." he snapped back.

"Mikey." I pleaded.

"Um, 'Scarlett'," he used finger quotes. "If that is even your real name!"

"Mikey- what."

"You know what? That's horrible. You know Luke is my only other friend besides you. He came with us! When we came with to America, I wasn't even one yet. And you had to sleep with him?"

"I did not sleep with him?" Was Luke telling people he slept with me?

"Whatever you did to- seduce him, I don't care." He sped up, away from our school.

"Mikey!" I ran towards him again.

"Okay listen Scarlett. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Anything. Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't sit by me, don't walk with me.. I don't want you as my best friend anymore." he turned to walk away.

"But Mikey." he faced me again.

"No Scarlett. I don't want you." he spoke. He spoke so gently, so calmly, so hurt.

"Michael?" I called after him. "Mikey! Please! Don't do this!" I screamed breaking down in the middle of the sidewalk. Tears ran down my face and my knees collapsed, hiting the ground hard. My knees were surely going to bleed. I looked down, my vision starting to seriously blur.

"You're girlfriend is having a breakdown in the middle of the sidewalk. On Lincoln and Harlem." I heard Michael's voice from a distance. I looked up watching him walk away. Watching my best friend walk away. He was barely visible through the salty tears in my eyes. For some reason it seemed like nobody was around.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a dark blue car pull up to the curb and I dropped my head into my hands. "Scarlett!" I heard a car door slam. "Scarlett! A tall, blonde boy ran up to me. "Scarlett please," he sat down beside me. "Scarlett get up." I noticed he wasn't calling me Rose. That he wasn't being timid and mysterious. That he wasn't protectivley grabbing my waist. He was crying with me in the middle of the sidewalk. In Chicago. In the wet slush on the sidewalk. For no reason. And for the first time, he wasn't just Luke Hemmings. He was a real, live person.

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After a while I got used to it being just me and Luke. We hung out every day, took walks, watched movies. I learned that he really like photography. He was really good at it too. He took pictures of me every chance he got. I liked the attention, and he liked giving it to me. Spring came around, and I haven't even ran into Michael. I blocked him from my thoughts, completely. Luke made me feel so happy, so girly, so loved. Luke and I never talked about the day on the sidewalk. It was almost Summer, and I was way too ready.

We were at the library. I liked to read and Luke liked the archeitecture. He was snapping photos of everything, mostly me. "Luke stop!" I giggled as the flash went off. "Luke! I'm trying to read!"

"Books are gross!" He pouted.

"Awh. No, shut up. I love you." I joked until my eyes went wide and I looked down. It slipped out, I didn't really mean it, did I?

"What?" Luke poked. "You love me?" He stalked towards me. I didn't know what to say. I really didn't. I mean I liked Luke a lot. But did I love him? "Hey," he nudged. "I love you too." He used his index finger and lifted up my chin, giving me butterflies. He barley touched his lips to mine, and then smashed them into me. It was surprising. And I didn't like it at all. Maybe a little. Okay, it made me go crazy. After five seconds, I remembered the location of this kiss. I took no time in pulling away.

"We are in the library!" I whispered.

"My name is Luke." I raised an eyebrow at him, wondering were he was going with this. "I thought we were listing obvious things."

"This is a public place." I whisper-shouted.

"My name is still Luke." I got up and led him to the elevator.

Once we were inside, and the door shut, I clicked the "Basement" button and held it.

"What are you-" Luke started until he looked up at the screen indicating the level. 1 B B1 B2 B3 B4 B5 It stopped and the doors slid open. "How did you know that?"

"I work here."

"I have been dating you for almost five months and you never mentioned it!" he was dumbfounded.

"It never came up." I chuckled. "C'mon. No one comes down here. Most of the staff doesn't even know it exists." I led him through tall shelves of boxes and books.

"It never came up." Luke used air quotes, imitating me.

I pushed him up against the wall and his eyes flew open. "What are you-" he stopped as I got close to his face.

"Sh." I put my index finger against his lips, like he did to me when we kissed for the first time. Or maybe that was Michael.

"Rose-" he closed his eyes as I gently squeezed him in his pants. And the rest is history.

The elevator doors opened to the first floor as we both walked out. Well, I did. Luke stood there. His hair ruffled and face flushed. I smirked at my work. "Luke you coming?" I laughed.

DIRTY DIRTY SCARLETT. NOOOO THEY DIDN'T HAVE SEX. SHE JUST TOOK CARE OF HIM. USE YOUR IMAGINATION, OR DONT. DONT. SO YEAH THIS IS HOW THIS IS GOING RIGHT NOW. ITS PRETTY SHORT SORRY BUT IM GOING TO UPDATE AGAIN IN LIKE 20 MINUTES OR NOW, PROABABLY NOW. CONGRATS IF YOU'VE MADE IT THIS FAR IN MY NOTE! IM NOT GONNA EDIT. I'LL START EDITING IN CHAPTER EIGHT I PROMISE