My Summer Lasted 5 Seconds

~•~•~••Chapter Two••~•~•~

Sapphire s P.O.V
June 17th, 10:58 PM

"Luke?" I say as he kisses me.

"Huh?" He stops, and then kisses me again.

"Luke?" I ask again. It was the seventh time, and I was beginning to become slightly irritated with him, though the feeling did not last long. He always made me laugh.

"Huh?" He replied, but kissed me again.

"Stop kissing me for a second and freaking pay attention to me." I say, less calm than I most likely should be.

"I am paying attention to you." He smirks, detaching his lips from mine because I'm not kissing him back, and grips my hips with both hands, pulling me close to him. Yeah, he may be hot, but I can't handle it anymore.

I shove him away from me , bringing my knees to my chest. I wish he would listen, I wish he would pay attention, I wish he would- could- actually realize when things were wrong. I guess that isn't his superpower. "That's not what I meant. You just wanna kiss me, not listen to me. I'm not here. Its just you and a fantasy of somebody else, isn't it?"

"Sapphire. . ." Luke says. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that."

"Then what did you mean to do? Am I a toy? Is that what this is?"

"No! Why would you think that? I just- I was . . . Excited."

"Excited?! That's the most stupid excuse I've ever heard!" I scream. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're so stupid! And to think, I thought you were different. I thought . . . I thought you weren't like the rest of them. Obviously, I was wrong." 

"I am different," Luke states. His eyes beg for forgiveness, for me to forget of his wrong-doings.

"Then prove it." I don't know why I said it, or even how it's possible. I don't understand myself at the moment, or anything else. It's like a blur, an abyss of things I don't understand, a chasm of confusion impossible to get back out of. Was it worth it?

Luke's for head crinkles. "How the hell do I do that, Sapphire? Be rational!"

"You can't kiss anyone- I don't care if it is your mother- for the rest of the week."

Luke's eyes beg for mercy. "Sapphire, you can't do that. My eighty year old grandmother is in the hospital with cancer. She only has a week left to live. Please."

"Okay, you can kiss family. But not me. Not fans. Not anyone your age unless its one of the guys or family." I say. I'm gonna regret this. I release my grip on my legs and straighten them, laying down into bed. Luke lays beside me, and I see a tear streak his face. I just made the Luke Hemmings cry. This is gonna be hard. I'm probably going to give up before him.

That is, if I can get through the night.

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June 18, 2014
1:52 AM

I wake up in the middle of the night because I'm hungry, and Luke's not there. I am not sure whether I should be scared or angry, but I am confused. I stand from bed and slip on a pair of converse. I go to the cafeteria to get a snack, and there he is, sitting, drinking a beer, talking to a girl.

So what for hunger? If it has come to this, I might as well starve myself to death.

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Word count: 637 words. It will get longer.
Anyway, talk about overreaction . . .

Written: November 17th, 2015