The ninth time I saw him, I found out I was nothing more than a booty call to him.

Allie's P.O.V

When Luke suggested, well, demanded that we make out right there in front of him, it wasn't really all that dramatic. It wasn't like the movies, where the two people lying stare at each other and gasp and fumble over their lies. It wasn't awkward, where the two friends had to make out and it was gross. It wasn't  magical, where the two people are forced to kiss and suddenly realize they loved each other for the whole time.

I simply shrugged and twisted on Chris' lap and kissed him, where he responded for half a second before pulling away and making a face.

"Ew , morning breath."

"Sorry, I didn't exactly pack a toothbrush when I decided to sleep over," I quipped and got off his lap, heading into the kitchen.

Chris smacked my ass as I went by and I shot him a glare once I was behind Luke. I agreed to faking a relationship, not to getting slapped in the ass like some whore.

Once I was in the kitchen, I dug around in the cupboards until I found a glass. I turned on the sink and filled up the glass and drank. I then leaned up against the wall to eavesdrop.

"What the fuck, man?" Luke hissed.

"What?" Chris responded. "It's not like she was your girlfriend."

"But I slept with her!"

"On my bed, if I may add," Chris said. "I did the same thing, what's the problem?"

I heard Luke scoff. "It took me a month to get in her pants, and you did it in one night. I don't believe you."

"Last time I checked, you didn't keep tabs on where I was all the time," Chris said, sounding irritated. "I hung out with Allie a few times without you. We talked all last night. There's no problem."

"I just don't get it," Luke said, sounding disgruntled. "Why would she hook up and date you so easily?"

"Maybe because I'm not a douchebag," Chris said. "I don't just go up to a girl and ask her to fuck. I actually talk to her first instead of just going straight to the sex."

"I'm not a douchebag," Luke said, sounding angry instead of offended. "Don't ever fucking call me that.

Well, shit. I quickly stepped into the room before the two boys started fighting. "Well, thanks for the lovely evening, Chris, but I better be going, I have classes starting in a couple hours, and I need to shower. I'll call you later," with that, I leaned down over the back of Chris' chair and pecked his cheek before going into his room and getting my stuff.

I headed out and Chris called, "See you later, babe! Have fun at class!"

"Never!" I called back before closing the front door behind me.

I was almost to the elevator when I was suddenly pressed against the wall, my dress and phone falling out of my hands and onto the floor.

"What the fuck," was already out of my mouth when I realized it was Luke. "What the fuck?" I said, more focused now.

"No, what the fuck are you pulling?" he hissed. "Dating my best friend?"

"What, you gotta problem?" I sneered in his face, or as well as I could while being a foot shorter. 

"Yeah, I do!"

"It's not like we were dating or anything," I said. "We just hooked up once. Nothing big or important happened."

"Something big did happen," Luke said. "It was my dick."

"Oh my fucking God," I said, rolling my eyes. "See, this is why I'm dating Chris. He doesn't make asshole comments like that."

"I don't believe you're dating Chris," Luke said, looking very superior and I didn't like that.

"Yeah, well, I am, so fuck off," I said, angry now.

Who was he to come in here, pin me against a wall and accuse me of faking a relationship? Well, I was faking a relationship, but that wasn't the important part.

"I think you're lying," Luke said. "So you won't mind if I do this"

He leaned forward and kissed me. Ever since Luke showed his true colors as a douche, his very existance felt wrong. His lips, cold and alien against my own, felt extremely wrong. I pushed him back, making Luke stagger a few steps towards the opposite wall. He looked at me in shock.

"I have a boyfriend!" I shouted. 

"I-I didn't-" he stammered, looking very surprised.

"I'm going to tell him," I warned.

The idea of cheating itself had never occured to me; I thought it was wrong and anyone who did it was a douchebag. I just couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that someone could leave the person they supposedly loved to go with another person, then go back home and tell the person you just cheated on you loved them with lips that had just a few moments ago been pressed against someone else. 

I didn't see the point of going with someone else when you had a perfectly good lover at home. I didn't understand it, and I'm glad I didn't, because then it meant that I could cheat on someone possibly someday.

Even though Chris and I weren't dating, I still somehow felt that I had cheated on him. 

"Don't," Luke implored, eyes wide. "Please. He's my best friend. If you tell him I'll loose him."

"You should have thought of that before you kissed me," I said. "I have to tell him."

"Don't," Luke begged. "Please, he's my best friend, I can't loose him."

I hesitated. I didn't particularly enjoy making Luke feel like I would make him loose his best friend just because of me, but I did have to tell Chris. "I have to tell him," I said finally.

Luke suddenly got up in my face and was towering over me. "I'll give you anything you want, money, whatever, just don't tell him."

It suddenly occured to me that we were freaking out over one little kiss. I mean, it was still cheating, but it lasted half a second and I pushed Luke away. That wasn't that bad, right?

Luke's attitude suddenly changed. He went from scared to aloof and cocky. "Whatever, you and Chris will never last anyway," he said. "He doesn't go for sluts."

I gaped at him. "Excuse me?"

I'd been called many things, but a slut was not once of them. I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"Yeah, you hopped from my dick to his, you're a slut," Luke said meanly. "And if I didn't know better, I'd say you were faking the whole thing to make me jealous. But you know what?" He paused to smirk cruelly at me. "You were nothing more than a good fuck I could call once in a while."

With those harsh words, he turned and left. I wanted to shout something insulting back at him, but my neurons weren't firing fast enough and once the elevator was gone I shouted, "Well, you weren't that good of a fuck anyway!"

A guy who was just exiting his dorm room shot me a strange look.

"What?" I challenged.

He just walked past me and I slid down the wall, landing on my butt and sighing deeply. I buried my face in my hands. What the hell was I doing? The guy that I kind of wanted to llike me was an asshole and the nice guy that I didn't like more than a friend was the only friend I had at college. I brushed my hair away from my face and exhaled slowly, trying to get a fucking grip.

I whispered, "Fuck."

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