The tenth time I saw him, he screamed at me.

Allie's P.O.V

I woke up with a cricked neck. I groaned as I sat up, putting a hand to my neck as it was quite sore. Did I fall asleep on the couch again? My eyes shot open once I remembered. Shit, shit, shit. I stood up quickly, my blanket falling to the ground as I tried to bolt for my room. The blanket, still wrapped partially around my legs, made me trip and I fell face first into the carpet. 

I groaned as I got up, rubbing my elbow. This was not the time to be clumsy. I ran towards my room, tip-toeing once I got close to the door. I eased it open, wincing when it creaked. I peeked in once it was open enough and saw Luke on his stomach, snoring away. A little bit of drool dribbled from his mouth.

"That's my pillow," I whined. 

He stirred, his breath hitching slightly and I hid behind the door, holding my breath. Luke's breathing returned to normal and I entered my room slowly. I need some clean clothes; I had classes in a couple hours. I held my breath as I opened and closed drawers. I was just passing the bed when he groaned.

I froze. Luke slowly rolled over to face me, yawning. His eyes opened and he blinked at me before jolting up, screaming. He pulled the blanket up over his chest and I dropped my clothes in shock.

"Please, cover your chest because you have boobs," I scoffed.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?" he yelled.

"Your house? This is my apartment!" I yelled back.

An expression of confusion crossed Luke's face.""What..." he looked around, as if just noticing that the walls were covered in posters from various fandoms. "You like Percy Jackson?"

"Yes but that's not the point," I said irritably. 

"Why am I here?" Luke asked. "How did I get here?" he rephrased the question.

"You were drunk," I mumbled. "So I took you home."

"Wait, we didn't... do anthing, right?" Luke asked, suddenly looking panicked. 

"No," I said. "And for the record, it would have been awesome sex," I added.

Luke laughed. "Right, cause you were so good when we were together," he said sarcastically.

I was offended. "I was great and you know it!"

"Great at sucking, maybe," Luke muttered.

A smirk crossed my lips. "That's what she said."

Luke rolled his eyes. "God, could you get any more immature?"

I was really offended this time. "Hey, I'm not the one that gets flat out drunk and can't even walk on my own."

"I could walk!" Luke defended himself.

"How do you know?" I flung back. "You don't even remember last night!"

"Yes I do!" Luke exclaimed.

"Really? Do you?" I shouted, getting angry at his attitude. Why the fuck did I bring him home? "Because you were so damn drunk you were nice to me! Do you remember that?"

"No," Luke admitted, but he was still defiant. "And I want to know how I got here," he added.

"I was going to just take you home, but I couldn't because you said I couldn't, and I was going to take you to Chris, but you said that he was mean and to not do take you to him so what the hell was I suposed to do?!" I yelled.

Luke took a half a step back, as if he was intimidated by a girl a foot shorter than him. "Why the hell did you take me here? God, you're so annoying!"

My temper flared. "Well excuse me, asshole, I was just trying to help you out, considering if I left you there you probably would have been fucked up the ass by some creeper, and you didn't want to go anywhere I could take you, not to mention that you're nothing but a stuck up, self-centered prick who only cares about what girl his dick is in that night!"

I came to a halt, cheast heaving as I opneed my mouth to yell at him again, my finger coming up to jab him in the chest. Luke looked like he wanted to say something, but I cut him off. "And not to mention all the shit you were spouting last night! Who's Fin, huh? Who the hell is Fin?"

Luke froze, the angry expression on his face turning to something else. Fear, maybe, and shock. "How do you know who that is?"

"You said it, last night!" I said, feeling frustrated now. "Who is it?"

"Finley," Luke said. "That's my sister," his tone was short and clipped. "What did I say about her?"

"You called me her," I said, gentler now. "And you said that she was the only person who was nice to you," I paused, choosing my next words carefully. "If you want, you can talk to me about your family, I can he-"

"What? Help me?" Luke suddenly looked furious. "Like you know the first thing about my family!? Like you know anything about me!? Like you even know half the shit I've been through!" Luke shook his head, clenching his jaw. "You know absolutely nothing!"

He turned and grabbed his phone of the bedside table and stormed out, knocking over a vase that was on a table behind the couch and it shattered, sending little pieces of glass all over the floor. I flinched as the door slammed.

Jasmine found me on the floor picking glass off the floor with tears rolling down my cheeks.

Luke's P.O.V.

After slamming the door behind me, I strode angrily out of Allie's apartment building. How dare she think she can help me, with her stupid glasses and tiny frame and just fuck! I walked towards the bus station, where I punched the wall of the bus stop, earning a couple weird stares.

I leaned against the wall and exhaled slowly, trying to calm down. I'm such an idiot. I really need to stop drinking, because then shit like that happens. I don't even remember anything besides just drinking shot after shot. I don't even remember running into Allie, and yet somehow, I ended up in her bed.

God, my head fucking hurts.

I needed an Advil, and judging by how busy the city was, it was probably around 7 in the morning, way too early for me to be getting up, and I still had to get home. If my parents found out, I was screwed. They would lock me in my room like they still had control over me and Finley would be the only one who would talk to me.

I rubbed a hand over my face, groaning. Finley. I can't believe I talked about her last night. I hope I didn't say anything that embarrassed her for the rest of her life. My little sister is the one thing in my life that is constant, and I will not, I repeat, will not let anything or anyone hurt her.

Including me.

I was a shit older brother, a shit friend, and a shit everything. I didn't even go to college, I had no job, and I partied every damn day. It's funny how I realize that over some stupid girl who looks like she should be a freshman in high school because she's so tiny.

Oh wait.

Did I talk about Allie last night when I was shit-faced? The realization hit me that I probably did, because you know, I'm an emotional drunk and I face-palmed, literally. The person on the stop next to me shot me a weird look.

"What, never seen some one having an existential crisis before?" I asked them. my tone hostile.

They looked away and I slumped down on the bench and covered my face with my hands. God, I'm such a screw-up.

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Hey guys, here you go, a new chapter! And just some interesting news, in my book Me I posted a chapter about Finley and Eli because when I asked you guys what one-shots you wanted to see me do, a lot of you asked for Anxiety Attack so I wrote one!

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