Anastasia » l.h

SIX

I wander about the BRR, and smile as I hear one of the newest songs I've written for the band. In fact, it's the song that Luke and I sung together only a week ago. The sound of Luke's voice is perfect; like harmony to my ears. He's so perfect in every way. Too perfect. Why on earth would he call me beautiful? Perfect? I'm hideous.. I just don't understand.

The song continues and I nod my head to every beat, ignoring the pain. I wish they knew that I wrote their songs, but if they did they wouldn't bother looking at the paper to read the song, let alone actually perform it anywhere.

The music continues to play, and I'm stuck here past the bell, because the band plays for second lunch and last period. I've never really cared about classes, only my mom does.

I hear laughter, and it falters my mood intensely. Knowing that Luke is enjoying himself without me saddens me, but wakes my conscience to the fact that I sound very selfish.

"Luke, do you want a coffee?" I hear the voice vividly, and fear that they're right at the door. I hear a muffled agreement and I shuffle to my feet, walking as quick as I can to avoid whoever was coming out. "Excuse me? Shouldn't you be in class?"

I quickly turn and sigh, noticing the bright head of red hair from these few yards. "Um.. yeah, I was just go-"

"Hey, Luke!" He called back into the large room, tapping his foot against the cold concrete. "It's your girlfriend! You know.." his voice lowers to a whisper. "Anorexic Ana.." I heard him, yeah.

I turn again and I'm close to a sprint when I hear my name crawl from his perfect lips, "Ana? Anastasia?"

Shit.

I face him and shuffle back and forth on my feet. "Hi, Luke." I mutter and begin to walk away, but I feel a hand grip my tiny wrist. "Let me go."

The hand doesn't leave my wrist and I flinch as he pulls me, turning me around. As I suspected, it is Luke. His eyes stare into mine and I try to avoid looking back, but it happens, as presidented. We're silent for a moment, then he speaks. "Would you like to watch us play?" much to his dismay, I frown and shake my head, writhing in his grip to get away from him.

"Please, let me go, Luke."

"Just let her go, mate."

"She doesn't deserve to be here.."

"Shut the hell up, Mike! You too, Ashton." Luke yells a the rude boys. He turns to me and sighs, taking my hand in his. "Please come in."

I observe the room I've always wanted to walk about, the one I've always wanted to sit in and play music in. But I can't. Not with them.

"No Luke. I don't want to." I finally make my way out of his warm grip and stalk away, but I hear him mutter a few dark and gravelly words under his breath.

"Yes you do."

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I sat on the seat at the very front of the bus on the way home, and I still don't know why.

Was it because I didn't want to sit near the bitches at the back? Or Riley or Jack?

No. It was because of Luke.

He knows I wanted to go and watch him in that damned room. He knew right then and there when we locked eye contact. He knew very well. Does he still want me there? Is he thinking about me or today as well?

Probably not.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The door. The front door. Seeing as I'm home alone, I figure that I have to answer.

So I get up from my cosy bed and make my way downstairs, past the countless baby photos hung upon the wall. From my room, and can hear the riff of Fade to Black by Metallica playing and it makes me grin widely.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Hold on!" I yell as loudly as I can. "I'm coming!" When I see who's at the door, the breath hitches in my throat and I struggle to breathe. "L-Luke. What are you doing here?"

Luke ignores my question and frowns. "Is your mum home?" I shake my head and before I can ask why, my lips are moving against Luke's. I want to pull away and scream at him and cry, but I can't. He's too addicting.

I kiss back. And hard. I can't seem to stop, his lips taste like mint and I love it. I love everything about this moment. But soon, it ends, and Luke stares at me. "Ana." he lifts my chin with his fingers. "I'm sorry. I made you cry."

I didn't even notice that I was crying until I wipe the tear from my salted cheek. "Oh.. um," I chuckle shortly. "I didn't realise. But... it's a good crying. You make me cry from happiness."

A smile finds Luke's lips and I feel my insides melt at the sight of it. "Come with me." I demand, a strange confidence surging through me and I grab him hand and pulling him upstairs toward my room.

A chuckle escapes Luke and I smile slyly at him, before pulling him into my recently cleaned room and doing something I never thought I'd do in my life.

I smash my lips against his.

He moans into my mouth, kissing back with passion and care. He's gentle, yet strong against me, and I feel the need to take this a step further. I take his hair between my slim fingers and tug at the strands-like what I've seen in chick flicks and stuff-earning a moan from the tall, whimpering boy.

"Ana.." he mutters against my lips, biting my bottom lip gently. "Stop, baby. What are you doing?"

I stop and let him put his forehead against mine. He does so gently and bites his lip, staring into my eyes. I think about this, what we are doing. What I am doing. What am I doing? This is only kissing, right? I can't do anything more with Luke. Can I? He doesn't want to anyway. I mean, he just stopped us from going any further. Maybe that was for a reason? Is this wrong? Is what I'm doing wrong?

"I'm sorry.." I frown. "I'm just.. lonely."

Shaking his head, Luke pecks my cheek and wraps his arms around my waist, sighing. "Ana, you may not have many people there for you, but that's not your fault." He smiles. "It's theirs. If they can't see how beautiful you really are, then I don't want you anywhere near them. You deserve better."

He doesn't peck my lips, but he pushes against them so much until my back is against my soft, cloud like bed. I look up at the angel (Castiel lol!!!1!!11!!) above me and laugh.

"Of all the boys at our school," I grin sheepishly. "I got you. How the hell did I get you? You perfect.. hunk of.. perfectness!"

I kiss him again, and my fingers run along the skin of his back underneath his shirt before I tug on it. He freezes and looks at me intently. "Please... don't."

It takes me a few moments but I figure it out. The pain and anger in his eyes are a dead giveaway. I gasp and sit up, forcing him up too. Luke hangs his head and I feel tears form, but tears have already rolled down his cheeks. So I crawl to him slowly and peck them away. One by one. Tear by tear.

"Luke," I capture his attention and he looks sadly at me. I leave a short kiss on his lips before grazing my teeth on them, and whispering ever so silently. "Show me your scars."