Voodoo Doll

Chapter 3

(Lydia's POV)
"Where could he be?" I sighed looking around, there was no sign of Austin anywhere.

"Maybe he's inside?" Molly shrugged drinking a beer I didn't even realize she had in her hand.

"Are you drinking?" I furred my eyebrows at her.

She just shrugged in response bringing the cold beverage to her red lips.

"Let's go check inside." I shook my head in disapproval and made my way to the door, Molly following closely behind.

The inside of the house was way worse than the outside. Abandoned red plastic cups where everywhere, Sweaty bodies grinded against each other in the living room, and some girl was giving out more body shots than I can count.

"Hey, the inside looks way more fun than the outside." Molly slurred.

Was she seriously drunk right now? Shes only had one beer, what the hell?

I ignored her comment and continued to look around for Austin. Where the hell is he? If I would've known I wasn't going to see him through most of the party I would've just stayed home. This is not worth getting yelled at and maybe getting my lock down extended.

"Come on Molly let's just go." I let out a deep sigh.

"No I wanna stay." She whined

"Come on, he's not even here." I rolled my eyes grabbing onto her wrist.

"No no wait look, there he is!" Molly gasped and pulled me back pointing to the top of the stair case.

I turned around quickly, my eyes went wide at the sight. He just exited a bedroom hand in hand with Jennifer from the volleyball team. My heart sunk. This isn't happening. Please tell me they weren't doing what I think they were. Maybe they were just talking? More like fucking. My annoying subconscious taunted me.

"I need a drink." I choked down the lump growing in my throat as I let go of Molly and pushed my way to the kitchen.

"Yay we're staying!" Molly giggled before wondering off.

I walked into the kitchen and opened a red ice cooler pushing the ice around inside looking for a beer.

"And so it begins." I heard an annoying familiar voice smirk behind me.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the first beer my hand came in contact with before turning around. I looked at look Luke and arched a brow. He wore his usual clothing, black skinny jeans with a hole in one knee and a white shirt. His hair pushed up in the front and a beer in his left hand.

I pushed passed him making sure my shoulder bumped him.

"Have fun!" He smirked.

At this rate I might as well get drunk. I look at it this way, if I get so drunk, I won't remember what happened. I won't remember seeing Austin walk out of that room with Jennifer. I won't remember Luke's jokes. For once I'll be carefree.

I took a deep breath before opening the beer and chugging it down.

Four more beers later my body started to become numb and my mind began to clear out, until nothing.

(Luke's POV)
"You think Lydia saw?" Calum asked me as he played with the rim of his empty red cup.

"I know she did." I replied.

"Don't you feel a bit bad?" Ashton asked.

"I feel nothing."

"Oh come on," Michael laughed, "you don't feel even the slightest sympathy for her?"

"Do you?" I turned it on him.

"No,"

"Then." I shrugged.

"But I don't have a history with her." He looked at me with a smirk spread across his face.

"Fuck off." I rolled my eyes and walked away from my annoying friends. As I walked I could hear them smirk and call me a dick.

I roamed the house looking for something to do. This party was starting to get boring. I was just about to leave when I heard whistles and cheering coming from the kitchen. Curiosity got the best of me, I walked in there pushing my way to the front.

My daw nearly hit the floor as I took in the sight. Molly was giving body shots on the counter while Lydia was dancing on the island, without a shirt. She was trying to figure out how to unbuckle her belt while she swayed her hips to the beat of the music. You've got to be fucking kidding me.