Luke's pov
She forced me to come here.
I didn't want to go party tonight. I wanted to sit at home and cuddle with Michael.
But no. Here I am at some random party with people I don't know or care about.
"Come on Luke, let go party!" Arzaylea said.
Giving me no time to respond, she pulled me into the building and I was automatically swallowed by a ton of people
He could be the one from Hannah Montana was blasting through the speakers and I was turning up.
"This party is lit!" I screamed.
"Fuck off Luke." Arzaylea said rudely.
I rolled my eyes, but danced to the music.
"Hey take a picture of me and him." I heard Arzaylea say.
She shoved her phone in someone's hand before pulling me so close it almost looked like she was kissing me.
I tried to squirm away but she wouldn't let me go.
"Smile." She demanded sharply
I did as she said, scared of the outcome if I didn't.
"Here you go the guy said as he handed the phone back."
I turned to look at him and realized he looked familiar.
"Bryan!"
"Oh shit." Arzaylea said and started running.
"Hey pay your rent!" Bryan said after catching up to her.
"Fuck off!" Arzaylea said before taking off again.
"Arzaylea just do it and get it over with." I said tired of her shit.
"You're taking his side?"
"of course."
"Luke if you don't come over here right now I'll post this picture for all of your little fans to see."
"Arzaylea just stop." Bryan chimed in.
"No. He thinks he can control me or something so I'm going to show him who is in control."
That was the last thing said before she pressed post.
" Fucking hell Arzaylea!" I stormed out of the building and screamed at the top of my lungs till my chest felt tight.
"She fucking over my life." I mumble to myself as I sat there lonely.