well fuck. Chelsea doesn't like me, what am I saying like? she hates me.
I guess you could say I was heart broken even though we spent one night together, I mean, I had liked her for years. well I'm done with girls. fuck them. I don't need anyone. Including my mum.
I pulled out a bag from under my bed and started throwing my clothes into it.
"Next stop," I say throwing my bag over my shoulder "London."
and I walked out the door leaving a note on the kitchen table.
*** 2 years later ***
it'd been two years since I ran away, I didn't care. London was great, so were the accents. I was walking down the street, the rain hammering down soaking my hair, I had my head hung low my ear phones playing music as I made my was back to my shared apartment with a boy called Ashton.
As I was walking I bumped into a girl, long skinny legs, ripped tights knee lenght convers shoes.
"Oh, I uh, Sorry?" I mummble not looking up
"Ah dude, don't worry-wait,"
"What?" I look up this time
"Luke?" Her eyes went wide
"Chelsea..." I sighed
"I've missed you so much!" She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug
"Uh.. I thought you said you didn't want me around anymore.."
"I didn't, I'm no good for you. I don't even know why I'm here, I came to see a friend."
"whos your friend?" I look down again
"He's called Ash, well Ashton." She pulled a ciggerette out of her pocket with a lighter
"Ashton... Irwin?"
"Yeah that guy," she cupped her hands around the end of the ciggerette lighting it and leaving it dangling from her lips
"We share an apartment..."
"Oh?" she sounded suprised "Well he's a close friend of mine,"
"He's never mentioned you." my voice was cold, hurt, but cold
"Can you take me to him? Please." she removed the ciggerette from her lips exhaling the smoke
I nod and begin to walk.
