Chapter 31.
Luke's POV
[ before the kiss ]
I've been pacing back and forth waiting for Elha to get out after my grandfather called her and decided to talk, whatever that means.
That's when my phone rang, saying I've received a message. I chewed on my lip when I realize it was from someone I didn't receive a message from a long time now.
From: Bianca :)
can we talk please?
I was flipping my phone, debating whether I should reply or not to her message when the door swing open revealing Elha.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." She muttered softly as I rubbed the part that hurts. Elha tip toed looking at it closely, examining my head, her breath (that smells like some Colgate) fanning over face.
"Why are you standing that close to the door anyway? Did you hear anything?" She looked at me worriedly and I don't whether it's the fact that she hit me or whatever they talked about. Somehow, it feels like it's the latter.
"Not really." I replied, then she sighed in relief. "What did he tell you?"
She mumbled something incoherent.
"What?"
"Nothing, he just told me about something." She spoke, what a liar.
My phone rang again, probably receiving another message from Bianca.
From: Bianca
I know you hate me but please, lets sort this out.
"Who is it?" Elha questioned, curiously. Thankfully not peeking on my phone.
"No one, just Michael asking something." I lied. This makes me wanna hop on the guilt train.
To: Bianca :)
Text me the address.
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I sat on one of the tables at the coffee shop when I didn't spot the familiar blonde inside the place so I decided to text Elha.
To: Elha Pucca
hey i miss you..
From: Elha Pucca
K?
To: Elha Pucca
god i hate you :(
From: Elha Pucca
dont worry the feelings are mutual :) x
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I have this new boyfriend, Mr. Whale. ._______________.
The last message sent me to confusion, is she already considering me as her boyfriend? Saying I was happy was an understatement.
But when the door chimes indicating someone get in, my head quickly shot up to see the familiar blonde.
I quickly erased everything I typed and entered the five letter words. I have no idea why I did it in the first place but I did.
To: Elha Pucca
i love you so much.
"Hey," She greeted, her pale cheeks turning into red probably because of the cold outside. "Thank you for considering my request. Do you want a coffee?"
"No, not really." Elha's hatred for coffees is rubbing to me. She just nodded and get one for herself.
Elha wouldn't drink that.
God, stop that Luke.
I am going crazy, what the hell.
"What is it you wanna talk about?" I questioned, just wanting to get this over with.
"I - I wanna say sorry. I really didn't want to get married to Connor, well at first and I'm sorry if I hurt you or anything. I'm just sorry for leaving you Luke and I loved you. I just wanna settle things between us." She explained and I nodded.
"It's all cool, it's fine." I muttered, as the memory train passed by my mind and I couldn't help but remember those times before, during and after my relationship with her.
We talked for a little while and chat about what we missed and all that.
She stood up from her seat, brushing off her skirt and smiling at me, "It's really nice to talk to you but I gotta go. So we're fine?"
"Yeah, we're fine." I curve my lips into a smile and that's when my eyes fell to her lipstick covered lips.
And the next move I did was something I didn't expect.
I fucking kissed her.
I don't know why I did it. Maybe it was the fact that after these weeks I got to see her and she was there right in front of me but when those lips were on mine I couldn't help but picture Elha in front of me.
I quickly pull away, already shocked by my own actions, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry damn."
I swear, the picture of Elha crying just flashed in my head and it wasn't a pretty sight.
"God, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." I muttered before walking away outside the shop.
And here comes more drama.
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Micaelha's POV
It feels like someone just ripped my heart from my chest and to make things worse, Luke was the one causing that pain.
I love you my ass, Hemmings.
I wanted to stomp away angrily and push myself off a cliff and just die then live again once they left. God, how could I be such a fool?
Of course he still loves Bianca. He's a douche bag, asshole, dickhead, you name it.
I was about to leave when Luke left the shop, running a hand through his hair and finally spotting me. His eyes went wide and that only boiled the anger I'm feeling towards him.
"Have you been stalking me?" He questioned and I laughed so loud that he probably thought I was crazy.
"Look, Luke. Your ego is bigger than your dick right now, it's hilarious." I spat, trying to walk away now.
"How long have you been here?" He questioned once again and now he's ticking me off. He just started a bomb inside me and once I blow up, he wouldn't like it.
"Long enough to watch you trying to shove your tongue in that blonde's throat." I pushed his hand that is wrapped around my wrist before walking away again.
"Come on, let me explain." He pulled me into his car and I didn't even bother to stop him. Somehow I still wanted to hear him out. No matter how stupid his explanations are.
"Are you drunk?" I asked once we're inside the car, not even letting him explain first.
"No but -"
"I'm asking you, are you drunk?" I exclaimed, almost slamming my hand on whatever I had the chance to.
"No." He answered shepishly.
"Are you on drugs?" I asked, once again, calmly this time.
"What? Of course not."
"That only means one thing, Luke. You're on your mind and you still chose to kiss her. You don't have to do all this long explanation. If you love her, go ahead. You don't need to lie to me and get me through all this shit. I've had enough." I explained, my voice cracking at the end.
Don't cry. Please don't cry.
"Elha, I know that was a dick move and I don't know why I really did it and -"
"Save your breath Luke. Don't tell me she forced you to kiss you to save whoever's life because that's so fucking cliché, mate." Thankfully, I had the time to cut him off before I break down to tears.
He didn't know why he did it? What a fucking liar.
"I just - I'm sorry. I was the one who's supposed to protect you, not hurt you." He spoke, earning a lump in my throat. My chest tightens and any minute now, my tears could just fall from my goddamn eyes.
"Well, guess what? You failed. The game's over Luke. Find another girl to play with." I spat, before opening the door to walk away.
"I love you!" I hear him yell but instead of ignoring him, I manage to turn around and yell back;
"Go wait for another century to hear me say it back!"
I stormed off, putting my hair into a ponytail - a messy one for that matter. Then I pull the band to remove it then quickly sit to the bench I first saw.
"Ugh, I'm going crazy." I muttered, resting my head on my palms. "He's an asshole, a jerk, a liar."
People probably thought I was crazy but who cares? They're just gonna give me ten seconds of their attention and then they'll forget me.
Probably the same thing that happened between me and Luke, he gave me his attention for his certain span of time but when his girl comes running back at him, he'll just leave me here. Yup, that spells asshole all over it.
Maybe, I should date Michael now and see if he isn't a jerk and then I could be all Taylor Swift on 5 Sconds of Summer. God, that sounds nice.
"I hate his guts, I hope he blows up." I muttered mostly to myself. I was only doing this so I wouldn't cry over him though I'm pretty sure tonight I would.
Here I was, acting so tough, when in reality all I wanna do is lie on my bed and cry and go to sleep. In my bed, Australia.
"Hey, are you okay?" Someone interrupted, his accent giving it all away that he's Australian.
"When you see someone muttering incoherent things in the middle of London, you get away from them because they could be a psycho that escaped from a mental hospital or something of that sort. Thank you very much." I explained and sulk back into the bench.
"Break-up?" He asked, ignoring everything I said. I looked beside me just to examine what he looks like. He had this disheveled brown hair, pointy nose and hazel eyes.
"No, now leave me alone. I'm not in the mood talking to someone, so please can you just leave me alone?" My voice went softer since I wasn't really in the mood of talking to everyone today
He just smiled at me and I hastily stood up, muttering something under my breath. All he ever did was run to chase me.
"If you're planning to sell my kidneys, I only have one left so skidaddle." I shooed him away, for God's sake. He really didn't bother to go away though making me groan (the bad kind).
"I'm not here for your kidneys, I'm here for your heart." He winked and I swear I could mentally gag.
Lord, kill me please.
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hAHAHAHAHA. IM LAUGHING. SO THE EMOTIONAL PART IS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER OKAY.
I JUST WANNA INTRODUCE "HIM" TO YOU FIRST. :') HE'S REALLY REALLY IMPORTANT. YOU MAY THINK HE'S A PSYCHOTIC STRANGER BUT HE'S NOT! :D But he's really important okay? (:
And I wanna show the sassy side of Elha.
If you're confused here's the summary: LUKE GOT A TEXT FROMA BIANCA AND THEY MET AND THEY WERE ABOUT TO LEAVE WHEN LUKE JUST SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF, "GOD I MISS HER SO LETS KISS HER" AND HE DID AND ELHA SAW AND NOW $HE'S BEING CHASED BY A LITTLE STRANGER AND YUP LUKE'S STILL A GRADE A ASSHOLE. :(:
Fill in the blanks: Elha's being chased by a psychotic stranger named ______________________.
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