I ran after Chelsea,
"Hey wait!"
"What is it Hemmings?" she says innocently
"what do you mean it's already over?"
"it just is." she looked down, tears now rolling down her cheeks
"hey, hey whats wrong?" I gently put my arm around her,
"n-nothing." she sobbed into my shirt as I pulled her in for a hug
"There is obviously something wrong, Chelsea, please tell me?"
"m-my boyfrien-d cheate-d on me," she choked out
"aww, Chels come on, there are plently other guys..."
"He-e sai-d he lov-ed me," he sobbed harder
"I know, I know, but he obviously didn't."
"YOU DO-N'T KNOW HIM" she shouted, no longer hugging me
"I know him enough." I nodded
"Liste here, Punk," she poked my chest with every word, "you. do. not. know. Chad."
her voice was quiet and intimidating, I poked her back lightly
"I. know. him. enough." I said again.
"fuck off, Hemmings." she spat and turned around.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back,
"hey, hey, I'm sorry, okay? I guess it's kinda heartbreaking for you,
"yeah 'kinda'" she looked up at me her voice calming
"wanna come hang out with me? I'm alone at the minute." I smiled
"yeah... sure" she smiled and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand
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(Chelsea's POV)
Luke grabbed my hand pulling me inside, to sit down, we were in the kitchen talking about nothing really, music mainly, but damn his blue eyes were stunning and his voice, oh god his voice was sex. His lip ring looked really good on him even though he looked to innocent to have one, but Luke isn't my type, I like bad boys, trouble causers.
"Luke?" I look up at him noticing he was already looking at me.
