"What the fuck was that?" Harry booms when we finally get in his car. His loud voice causing me to jump. What is he talking about?
"What are you talking about?" I asked him, confusion clear on my face.
"Why did I fucking see you with Luke?" He screams at my face. I feel like I'm about to cry right now. Why is he yelling at me? First he was being nice to me these past weeks and now we're back to square one.
"He just wanted to talk." I say weakly, not wanting to have a fight with him. I don't have the energy for this. I'm literally emotionally drained.
"About what?" He demands, his face was still red. Harry was breathing heavily and I could feel his eyes on me but I just look straight and try to calm down. I watched as the other students were passing by in front of his car, walking home.
"Fucking answer me!" He yells even louder and slams his hand onto the steering wheel causing it to let out a honk, making me jump again and some people that were in front of the car. One guy flipped Harry off but he wasn't paying attention.
"Nothing!" I yell back. This argument is making me nauseous and I just want it to be over because it's really pointless.
"Don't you dare yell back at me!" He glares at me, his green eyes looks very intimidating. Harry balls his fist and his knuckles turn a white shade.
"Or what?" I challenged him. He's pushing my buttons and it's so annoying how he's getting jealous over this.
"Wait, are you jealous?" I half laugh and half accused in an annoyed tone. Of course he's not, right? Harry rolls his eyes. He takes his index finger in between his lips and he nibbles on it.
"No," he scoffs glaring at me. "What did you even talk about anyways?" The edge in his voice was still present. He's getting worked up over nothing.
"That's none of your business, asshole" I said in a more quieter voice then rolled my eyes.
"What the hell did you just call me?" Harry roared.
"I called you an asshole because you're acting like one, you're really getting on my nerves and I'd rather be talking to Luke right now than have you screaming in my face like I'm some kind of animal!" I remarked causing Harry to glare at me, if looks could kill I would literally be dead by now.
"If you like him so much then might as well get back together with Luke!" He says in my face, squinting his eyes out of anger and his voice got louder from earlier. By now my blood was boiling.
"Maybe I fucking will!" I finally scream. I've had enough of this bullshit and honestly it's just really tiring. Pulling the handle then opening the door. As I got out, I slammed the car door as hard as I could.
Taking large steps just so I could get away as fast as possible. Knowing that I can't go running to Luke made feel like I made a huge mistake. I did, though. He could've been here for me and assuring me that everything will be ok.
Footsteps were heard behind me, causing me to turn around. Harry was giving me a hopeful look. I continued to keep walking fast, I've had enough of his yelling.
"Melissa, stop!" He called, in a much calmer voice. Making me come to an abrupt halt.
"What now?" I groaned, turning around to face him. He took a step closer and gave me a shy smile. Harry opened his arms, invitingly and of course I walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around me.
"Please don't ever walk away like that from me." Harry mumbled then placing a kiss on my forehead. It was such a nice and "unlike Harry" gesture but I needed him. Especially at times like these.
"I won't," I promised with a small smile on my face. "As long as you're not being a bitch." I added causing him to chuckle.
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Luke's P.O.V.
It's 11:11 pm and I keep wishing for that one damn thing that I know well enough that's not going to happen. I shouldn't have told her how I felt. Because then maybe it would've been easier for the both of us. But then again every night I just want to tell her how much I love her and "everyday it gets harder to stay away from you"
People tell me to move on but it's not easy. I've just lost the person that meant the world to me and I don't think I could get her back. Do I want her back? Of course. Did I forgive her? No, not yet.
If she loved me so much she wouldn't have done that because I know I wouldn't. I shouldn't be thinking about this now since remembering it just hurts me as much as it did before. I'm at the point where I'm willing to do anything just so I could forget Melissa. But damn that girl was unforgettable.
I read our old text messages to each other. I laughed, smiled, and then cried. Not really sure if I'm crying because I miss her or crying because she doesn't miss me. If she missed she would have at least made an effort to call or even text.
But by the way she just walked away after my confession to her after school made it clear to me that I don't matter anymore.
A/N: poor lukey :-( anyways sorry for the late update i was busy studying for the finals and i never got the chance to edit this so theres probably a lot of misspellings but ya know how it is.
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