Summary: “Good girl” Y/N falls for FratBoy!Luke
My eyes fluttered open, only to close once again due to the brightness of the light flooding into the room.
I leaned over and groaned into the pillow, only to be met with something else. A body. My face fell. I looked around the room and saw I wasn’t at home.
I sat up, clutching the sheets to my bare chest and peeked over to the side of the bed, to at least catch a glimpse of whom I slept with, and whom I was to avoid today.
My heart literally stopped as I saw the face. Luke Hemmings. Of fucking course. I cursed under my breath muttering incoherent “fucking hell’s” under my breath continuously.I was too in shock to freak out or worry about my headache. And I was in too much of a hurry to get the hell out of here.
I was not going to sit here ‘till he woke up, fuck that. So, I gently and swiftly moved to get out of bed. With success, I made it out of the bed and scavenged for my clothes I have been wearing last night and my phone. I heard slight stirring in the bed, causing me to flinch and quiver in fear of him asking up. Thankfully, he laid sound asleep.
I picked up my bra and panties thrown across the room, and then made my way to get my dress and phone on top of his dresser. I dressed, grabbed my heels, and got the hell out of there.
I quickly and quietly opened the door and walked out into the hall way.
It was then I realized I was in his house. I was in his frat house. I could possibly run into Calum. Fuck.
I walked down stairs in hopes no one was awake so early in the morning.
As I walked downstairs I heard talking. I quieted my footsteps peeked to find where the talking was coming from. I sighed in relief as I realized it was just coming from the TV which was playing.
I straightened up and continued walking at a normal pace towards the front door.
“You’re not even staying for breakfast?” a voice called out causing me to jump what felt like fourty feet into the air. I turned to the right to see a shirtless guy standing in the kitchen making what I’m assuming was pancakes.
“Jesus fucking Christ. You scared the shit out of me. ” I said while holding my hand over my heart and looking at the curly haired boy I vaguely remember from last night. I remember he crashed the party with Luke.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he shrugged off and went back to making his food.
“Right. Well, I’ll just be on my way. If Luke asks, you didn’t see me, okay?”
“You’re coming out of Luke’s room? And you’re not staying?” he asked, his voice full of obvious confusion. “No, I am not staying. Sorry, I have to go, I uh, I have things to do. Like I said, you never saw me. Thanks bye.” I called as I made my way out the door, trying to avoid further conversation.
I walked outside of the house, and made my way to the campus. Just yesterday I was talking about the idiotic girls who would let themselves get involved with frat boys, when they know that all they’re going to end up doing is the sad walk of shame.
As I am doing right now. I looked around and saw about 5 other girls walking in dresses and heels, regret etched into their faces. I sighed as I continued walking to my small apartment across the street from the campus.
A couple minutes later I made it home. Of course there were some sleazy guys eyeing me as I passed, in which I was absolutely disgusted by. But I made it home.
I walked into my apartment and saw it was empty. Looks like my roommate still isn’t home from partying. Of course, I was a little worried she hadn’t made it home yet, but that girl had a reputation of staying out late and fucking frat guys. I’m not going to get into further detail, but let’s just say if sex with frat guys were a profession, she would probably have her own multimillion company.
I sighed as I took off my heels and walked through the small apartment. My eyes started to tear. It was just getting to me that I let myself actually have sex with Luke Hemmings. Something I promised myself I would never do, I promised myself I would never get involved with him.
God, I failed myself. I felt a tear slide down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. I should’t have gone to the party. I should have just cried to myself here in my apartment, rather than do something completely idiotic.
Luke is never going to let go of the fact that I gave in and had sex with him. I don’t even remember how it happened. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I aimlessly stripped my dress off as I tried remembering bits and pieces of what happened last night.
I remember running into Luke and making rude conversation with him. After that I drank a lot. I remember dancing with some random guy but then ditching him to get more to drink. After that, everything was kind of a blur.
I stepped into the shower in hopes that maybe I could wash away the feeling of regret and the feeling that Luke was going to ruin my life.
I excited the shower and made my way to get dressed. Just because I was hungover and sad didn’t mean I could afford to skip class. So, I got ready for class, like any other normal day. Luke shouldn’t be there. He is never in class after he has had a party. Too hungover.
So I felt safe enough to actually attend class without worrying he would be there. I got ready and soon enough, an hour later, I was grabbing my bag and phone making my way to class.
As I grabbed my phone, I looked through my notifications and saw I had been tagged in a video. My jaw dropped. A video from last night I assume.
FratHouseScoops: Shoutout to @Y/T/N for giving the guys at last nights party a special treat ;)
I was dancing on a table quite provocatively. I let out a groan. Damnit. So now not only do I have to avoid Luke, I have to avoid all guys who saw me dance and everyone who watched that video.
I threw my phone back into my bag, not in the mood to look through any more of my embarrassment.
I made it to class early, with only a few people around, and as soon as I got there, all eyes were on me. They had definitely seen the video. I cleared my throat and avoided all eye contact with them as I made my way to the tip top of the seating rows. Yes, I sat in the nosebleeds, but it was the only way I wouldn’t get noticed much.
More and more people filed in and more and more people stared at me. I sank lower into my seat. I should have just skipped class. I laid my head against the desk and I let out a long sigh. I didn’t even want to be here anymore.
I had zoned out and thought about nothingness for a while. Nothing that mattered. Apparently I was so far in I didn’t even realize the door to the class had opened and someone slipped inside.
I was busy thinking about what was going to happen once Luke woke up, when I felt someone sit next to me. I looked up and my eyes widened in surprise.
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