When You Leave →Luke Hemmings←{Slow updates}

8

"What the hell?!" Tom yelled angrily.

Stella laughed loudly, smiling at Emily. Why was Tom here? "Thomas, what are you doing here?"

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"I want to be here. Your turn." She smirked, drinking more of her water.

"Put your fucking shirt on!" Tom yelled, and she grinned widely, almost defiantly.

"You didn't answer my question."

He huffed. "I came here because I wanted to be here. There. Now put your goddamn shirt on!"

"Maybe I don't want to Thomas! You're a mean jerk!" She then moved her shirt, and smirked when she saw a numerous amount of men looking in her direction. It was then that she noticed Luke, and suddenly felt self-conscious. He smirked when she bit her lip, and looked over at Emily.

"Who's your friend?" He asked, licking his lip.

She scoffed, disgusted. He hit on her last night and now he was hitting on her friend.

At this he only raised his blonde eyebrows, and his lips in a firm line. "What?"

She scoffed again, putting her shirt on. She grabbed Emily by her hand, pulling her through sweaty bodies, trying to find Jamie. Once she spotted black, curly hair at a booth, she ran torwards it.

When she got there, she was surprised to see Jamie in the lap of the school's best soccer player, Calum. They were having an intense make out session, and Stella literally had to pull Jamie off of Calum. They both whimpered at the loss of contact, and that only made Stella cringe. Emily laughed at Calum, deciding to make a joke about his evident erection.

"Hey, buddy, it looks like you're having a hard time there."

Stella laughed at Emily, and they both slapped their knees. Jamie just rolled her eyes, muttering: "You both are total dorks."

"A dork is a whales penis!" Emily blurted, causing Stella to let out a loud, obnoxious cackle.

"What the fuck do you guys want? Who the hell is she?" Jamie asked.

Emily waved aggressively, as she did with Stell. "Hi there! My name's Emily! My dad owns this club!" She says, pointing at the ground.

"Really?" Stella aks.

"Yeah. My name is Emily Goldberg, and the club's name is 'Goldberg's' uh duhhh..."

"What the fuck did you guys want?!" Jamie asked impatiently.

"Tom and Luke saw me shirtless and that's no bueno!" Stella yelled. It wasn't an angry yell, it was a 'the music is too fucking loud' yell.

"Who's Tom?" Emily asked.

"Tom is my older brother-- the idiot who told me to put my shirt on." Stella replied.

"I like Tom. He looks like sex. I like sex." She then took off the backpack that Stella didn't know she had on up until then, pulling out huge, rectangular glasses and setting them high on her cute nose.

How freaking random.

She and Emily spent a lot of time talking about bands, and she really liked her. There was just something about Emily that made Stella want to hug her. She was like a cute little...dolphin? She just couldn't explain it. Emily just seemed so weird, and caring, and Stella just...totally admired that. She felt like she'd known Emily forever, when in reality, it had only been like, two hours.

Then her eyes widened in realization.

"Holy moly, Jamie we've been here for over two hours!"

"Relax, we're leaving right now."

Stella turned to Emily.

"Can I get your number?"

"Sure," Emily winked, "I'm here all night, I guess."

She took Stella's phone before typing furiously, her tongue sticking out slightly in concentration.

She gave it back, and when Stella read the contact name, she laughed.

"Nemoly Stump? What the hell?"

"Yass! I like the movie 'Finding Nemo', and Patrick Stump. I just combined my name with my husband/father of my non-existent children."

"Okay," Stella shook her head, "whatever you say."

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It took thirty minutes before they arrived at Jamie's, and Stella was glad. She was so freaking exhausted.

So, so very exhausted.

.

She walked into the lobby before heading torwards the elevator, not a thing on her mind.

Dang, was she really that tired?

When the elevator door opened on her floor, she sighed, stepping out.

After what seemed like forever, she finally reached her apartment door, twisting the knob.

To her dismay, the freaking door...would not open.

Oh, hell no. They couldn't have possibly locked her out, now could they?

But then she remembers her key, and smirks. She unlocked the door, twisting the knob again.

To her dismay, once again, she found it locked. The problem was that it was locked on the inside.

Well, crap.

How the hell could they just lock her out like that? Huh?

She kicked the door, frustrated.

But then an idea popped into her head, and she smirked widely.

They think they can just lock her out? That just because they did, that she'll beg to be let in? Well, did they have something in store for them, those jerks.

Stella pulled out her phone, calling the only person she knew to call.

"Nemoly Stump," she said to herself, "here I come."

★★★★★★
Fucking plot twist kinda bc the door is locked! Yeah, bitch, I bet you didn't see that coming....yeah! So whoopty dooo!!! It fucking won't update and its pissing me off.