Charlie's P.O.V.

A soft moan releases itself from my lips, I can already feel the embarrasment creeping up my cheeks.

I tug at the end of Luke's shirt, already pulling it up so he can take it off.

He immediately does, shortly breaking our passionate make out session, then taking a look at me.

I still lay on the bed, with a white towel rapped around my body.

Luke's gaze is too long on me for my liking, I pull him back down so our lips touch again.

His body is on top of mine, my legs on each side of him.

He props himself up on his left arm, so he can cup my cheek with his right.

Us kissing always makes me breathless, but this is different.

This is need.

My hands travel from his bare torso to the rim of his black skinnies, undoing the few buttons.

Luke breaks the kiss again, leaving me panting already.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks me, his voice already very raspy.

I surely nod, licking my lips. Somehow they always seem to be very dry.

But by licking it, I only make it worse every time.

He takes my hands of his cheeks, pinning them down on each side of my face.

With that gesture, the towel that was loosely adjusted around me, falls off.

...

My eyes flutter open, the sun already shining bright trough the closed blue curtains.

I look to my right, seeing a peacefully sleeping Luke, feeling his arm draped over me.

The thought of what we were doing last night makes my eyes go really wide.

We didn't got in our pyjama's, after we...

Luckily, we are separated by cheets.

The strokes of sunlight are shining on his face, pointing out the small smile that's playing on his lips.

I wonder what he's dreaming about.

Or maybe he's awake, but not wanting to open his eyes yet.

I turn myself on my back, reaching out to my left to grab my cellphone.

My fingers tap nervously on the screen, waiting for the apple to dissapear.

I quickly tap in my code, it's a simple code, I've memorised it for three years now.

It's already one in the afternoon, I did sleep very well here.

My phone vibrates three times, one notification from Joy, one from an app and the last one is a message of an unknown number.

I open the message, seeing a picture.

Note attached to the photo:

"Hey Charlie, I hope your heart breaks into thousand pieces, he never loved you anyway.

Xoxo R."

I press on the picture, waiting for it to load.

What the...

Luke kissing motherfucking Rebecca?

Wasting no time, I swing off Luke's arm and get out of his bed.

I take my clothes I threw on the floor yesterday back up, already dressing up and walking out of the room.

When I'm fully clothed, I run to the door and leaving the house.

By the time I'm out of the street, the tears are streaming down my face.

I can't believe I trusted him.

I can't believe what I did with him last night.

That fucking douchebag took my virginity away from me.

I don't even know where I'm heading to, I just want to be as far away as I can from him.

My feet keep on dragging me to places I've never been before, I see small stores and bars, so I'm not too far away from a decent civilization.

My eyes trail down to a bar that catches my attention.

"The early shot" it says, I could really use a shot right now.

You know, just to get things off my mind.

I walk in, and place myself right in front of the dark wooden bar, on a stool which is just high enough for me.

My fingers rapidly tap on the wood, tapping a some kind of rythym.

An elderly woman steps in front of me, smiling politely at me.

"What shall it be for you, Miss?" She asks, still having that smile on her face.

She has short grey hair that curls a bit, neatly plastered on her head.

She's wearing a button up shirt in neon colors, together with a black pants.

It's nice for her age, I guess.

"Uhm, can I get a scotch, please?" I try to say on a proper way. There are still tears brimming in my eyes, my cheeks are probably stained.

"Are you even old enough to drink?" She asks, pulling a confused face.

"Probably not." I sigh.

"Well, just a few then, but don't tell anyone." She winks. I like this woman.

...

Luke's P.O.V.

When I open my eyes, Charlie isn't in my arms anymore.

Maybe she's already making breakfast, or taking a shower.

Showers... She did shower yesterday, which wasn't really an effort since it got pretty hot in here.

Damn, I was her first.

And hopefully her last.

She was so nervous.

And she didn't need to be, at all.

I turn on my left side, seeing her phone on the sheets.

The screen is still on.

Taking a look won't hurt, right?

I pick up the black iPhone, flinching a bit becausd it's very warm.

First looking at the time, it's already two in the afternoon.

Time flies when you're having fun, huh?

The moment I see what's on the screen, I immediately know what's going on here.

She won't be downstairs, or in the bathroom.

She left.

She left me.

My thoughts are being confirmed by the missing clothes on the floor.

I only find the bracelet I gave her right after she got out of the hospital.

She did wore it last night.

A warm tear is running over my cheek, does she really thinks I choose that Rebecca skank above her?

Apparently she does, because she's gone, dumbass.

My hands ruffle nervously through my hair, they're shaking badly.

I decide to go and look for her, so I get out of the bed and take a new pair of underpants.

I don't even remember where I threw mine.

Quickly taking a jeans and shirt, I also pick her and my phone with me, thinking where she could go within an hour.

...

After walking around absentmindely for about an hour or so, I give myself a short break, and sit down on a bench.

I take her phone out of my pocket again, looking at the picture Rebecca sent her.

Why does she hate Charlie so much? What has she ever done to her?

Probably nothing, Rebecca seems to be the spoiled brat that gets everything from her sweet dad.

I bet they're extremely rich.

"He never loved you anyway" I repeat that one sentence over and over again in my head.

My blood boils through my veins, if I ever see that blonde bitch again, it'd be the last day she'd have hair.

I close my eyes momentarely, memorizing every little detail of Charlie. The blue is still visible in her hair, but it faded to a darker shade of it. It still suits her, though.

I bet she looks good with every hair color.

She could be the sister of Michael.

They have the same light skin and passion for video games.

I realise I kinda lost my best friends out of sight, with the whole hospital thing going on.

I hear loud giggles in front of me, a few meters away.

My eyes search from where the sounds are coming, when they lock with a person I know by heart.

"Charlie?" I blurt out.

Her eyes catch mine, they are bloodshot and not as clear as always.

"Well, well.. Look.. Who we have here." She slurs, pausing long before she continues.

"You stupid dick. How could I ever trust you with anything? I told you my biggest secrets." She hisses, clinging on to a punk boy I've never seen before in my life.

"Please come home with me." I plead, slowly reaching out to her hand.

"Get your dirty hands off of me, I'm going home with Jonah."

Jonah, huh?

"You don't know him." I bark.

"Well I don't know you either so why bother, mister Hemmings?"

"You're coming home with me. Now. You're going to take a shower and sober the fuck down, understand?" I grit through my teeth, clenching my fist a bit too hard.

She finally gives in, stumbling to my side. She doesn't give the Jonah boy one look when we leave, I on the otherhand...

If looks could kill, right?

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