《 Don't wanna know,
What kind of dress you're wearing tonight;
If he's holding onto you so tight,
The way I did before.
I overdosed,
Should've known your love was a game,
Now I can't get you out of my brain,
Oh, it's such a shame.
We don't talk anymore - Charlie Puth》
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2 years later
L U C A S' S P O V
I glance at the alarm clock, which is due to go off in five minutes. I always wake up ahead of time, have got used to it because of years of waking up for football practice. It's seven, I've only received four hours of sleep and I feel tired as hell because of the lack of sleep I've received in these past few weeks. I sit up and stretch my arms over my head and get out of my bed, making my way to the bathroom.
I get ready for trying to survive my day through college. I lock my apartment and make my way to the elevator. I brought this apartment on lease two years back with my trust fund money when I received a scholarship at UCLA for football and shifted here to Los Angeles for college. Tyler and Zach stayed in Austin. Matt and Sam went to Columbia University in New York together, just like they wanted.
Only if...I push the thought aside before it invaded my mind as I walk towards the parking lot, and my Mustang stands there looking as new as it was three years ago. I've been spending my time taking good care of it and then I reach college in no time.
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I'm functioning on four hours of sleep, and I've already chugged down two coffees, now making my way to the third. My morning classes drag on forever and the caffeine has not been of much help in making me concentrate on my lectures, as I wait for the day to end somehow when it hasn't even started yet. I grab a late lunch in one of the campus dining halls and it somehow helps me gain the energy for surviving the rest of the day.
After Ethics class, I walk towards my car, trying my best not to run into someone. When I reach there, I see Liam leaning against my car with a shit-eating grin. "Haha, you must've thought that you'd just avoid me and run away. Well, there goes your plan of being invisible." He says, laughing like an idiot.
Liam was the 'Ty' version of California state university. He has been my best mate for the last two years, and it was nice to be around him because he was a fun guy, but this week is just not it.
"What do you want?" I ask, my voice coming out a little more harshly than intended.
"No need to get your panties in a twist, Cinderella. I just wanted you to take out of your palace tonight as it's Friday." He said.
"I don't want to go anywhere. Move." I try to move him aside when he keeps a hand on my shoulder.
"I'm not moving until you agree. Your girlfriend has been trying to reach you for weeks, but you don't seem to be bothered at all. So come tonight. We're all going. Whatever you're going through, we'll sort it out with a drink." He explains.
Girlfriend, right.
"Fine," I say.
"Did you just say fine?" He asks, confused.
"Yeah, I'll come. Now move."
"That's like the Luke, I know." He chuckles and moves aside and as soon as he moves, I get inside my car and speed out of the college parking lot.
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I blankly stare at my face in the bathroom mirror, which is devoid of all emotions. I have worn-out bags under my eyes as I try to get a grip on myself. I get ready in some distressed blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt. I run a hand through my hair, too tired to style it and my jaws held a five o'clock shadow.
Maybe the club is a bad idea, but I need to get high today. I remind myself and make my way out of my apartment.
I push past the crowd and make my way towards the bar. "What can I get you, Sir?" The bartender asks me.
"Vodka on the rocks, please."
"In a minute." He says and starts filling the glass.
I stand by the bar of the club, sipping on my drink when Liam approaches me. "Hey man, I'm glad you came today. You've been off for almost weeks."
"I'm glad as well." My reply is short, as always. It's been two years since I showed any interest in making conversation with anyone, actually not just conversation but everything. It just feels like I've lost all hopes in my life because all my future dreams included a someone and when that someone isn't in it anymore, I don't know what else I want from my life. I feel lost and angry and everything hopeless.
"Wait, how much did you drink?" Liam asks when he notices my unsober self.
"Five-six?! I lost count," I say casually.
"Dude, what's wrong with you? You need to stop." He tries to get the glass out of my hand, but I pull away and chug down the rest of the drink from the glass, "You wanted me here remember? Now, I'm here and doing exactly what I am supposed to."
"I wanted you to come out with us, not get drunk, you asswipe. Why have been so down these past days Luke? Are you okay? Man, I'm worried about you. Three times in the last two years, I've seen you lose it. This is the fourth time and you need to get a hold of yourself. "
"I just need this a lot today. Don't ask me anything else." I say, lifting my glass but he stops me again, "Lucas, you know what happened with the coach last time right? He won't let it go this time so you need to get a grip on yourself before you fuck this up."
"I can't...not today," I murmur making him leave a frustrated sigh.
"It's about her, isn't it. Why the fuck don't you just forget about her. She has ruined you, Luke, you can't keep on living like this. You need to move on." Liam urges me like always. What does he think? I haven't tried doing that.
Just then, Chloe approached us. "Move on from what Liam? Hey baby." She says, kissing me on my lips.
Chloe
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Chloe who
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Bingo
.
Yeah, exactly that Chloe.
I didn't know Chloe applied for the same college as me until I saw her in the cheerleader's tryouts. Since then, we've been together, why, that comes later.
"Nothing. Just some guys stuff." Liam mutters, interrupting my thoughts.
"If you say so. Come dance with me, Baby. I can borrow him from you, right?" She asks Liam, giving me a seductive smile.
"Sure." He moves off from the bar to some chick on the dance floor.
"I don't want to go up there; I'm tired." I deadpan to Chloe.
"Come on, Luke. Look at the other couples, how they are enjoying themselves. I have been dancing with the girls all evening. Let me show off my boyfriend to them. And I know what's today. You'll need me." She whispers the last part in my ears and I stiffen. She uses this as a chance to grab me onto the dancefloor. I just keep standing as she grinds her body all over my body.
We dance for a while, and later I drink some more and then we head back to the apartment, undress, and do the only thing that could tame my anger, pain, and all the other emotions that have been running inside me the whole week. We fuck.
Two years ago, I started drinking, smoking, and fucking a lot. I got into fights, caused trouble, did everything that could ruin me, to forget about the betrayal and sadness I've been feeling because of that someone. But when Mom cried the day I received my college offer letter, I finally decided it was enough. I couldn't have wasted my scholarship and a chance at good life just like that. But there are still days, that makes me feel broke, hurt, angry and it's like I couldn't even stop myself on these days. I just lose control and last year it even caused me trouble with my football coach. But this time, I was going home for spring break, so there was no chance of any trouble with the coach.
I push my thoughts aside and look down at Chloe. She doesn't seem to be fazed by my harshness and moans my name in pleasure.
After a long time, we lay down on the bed, both of us panting heavily. I get up from the bed and put my boxers on, a little sober now.
"Where are you going?" Chloe asks, getting up as well with my sheets wrapped around her body.
"To my room." I reply in a flat tone and she cries, "At least stay for tonight. You've been away from me for almost weeks, and now you're leaving me alone to sleep in your guest bedroom, as always."
"Exactly my point. I never stay, so why bother to ask." I start to leave.
"I know it was her birthday. You still can't forget her, can you." She asks.
Oh hell no!
She made a mistake bringing Rachel up in the conversation.
"You know well than to bring her up in our conversation. And for God's sake, look around, there's no one here. Stop acting like a jealous girlfriend." I yell.
"I'm your girlfriend." She yells back.
"Fake girlfriend. You know that very well. Or did you forgot the actual reason why we're together? Then let me remind you, you wanted fame, and I wanted a distraction. It was a mutual agreement. Don't forget that." I seethe with anger.
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