5SOS: How to Change a Bad Boy

Make a girl fall in love with you in thirty days (or less). Breaking innocent and naive girls' hearts for their own entertainment. That was the game that they played, and Luke Hemmings was the very best. When he's given a victim, he thinks it's no big deal and does it for the quick and easy cash, but he had no idea what he was getting himself into when he said he wanted a more difficult target.


5. Chapter Five

A/N: Thanks for reading! You all are sweethearts! Please review and let me know if you liked the chapter, hated it, or loved it! Enjoy! xx

I shook awake, confused, and darted my eyes around the room. Autumn's house. I quickly remembered I had gone over to serenade her just a few hours beforehand. Immediately following, I glanced down and noticed my arm was still wrapped tightly around her, and she was even more snuggled into me than she was when we first fell asleep. She shifted in her sleep and lightly tugged on my shirt.

"I'm cold," she faintly whispered. I chuckled before getting off of her bed and grabbing a blanket off of the couch. I lightly covered her up and she smiled. "You didn't have to get up...hey, I think I'm feeling better," she claimed, "does it feel like I have a fever?"

I gently felt her forehead. "Nope," I said, popping the 'p' sound. "You're fever free!"

Her face lit up like New York City on New Years Eve. "Really?! That's amazing!" She exclaimed, springing out of bed. "I have to go shower! I'll be back in fifteen!" She quickly ran across the hall into the bathroom and two minutes later, I heard the water start to run.

Fifteen minutes later, she came out wearing a grey v neck with a red plaid shirt over it, the tightest skinny jeans I had ever seen, and a pair of black vans. She was the hottest thing I had ever laid eyes on. She was drying her naturally-wavy blonde hair, and must have noticed the way I was completely drooling over her because she abruptly looked up, raising her eyebrows at me. "Why do you keep staring at me?" She nervously asked.

I chuckled and she gave me a worried look. "I knew I should've put make up on," she mumbled.

"No, no, no. Please don't. I think you look...really, really hot," I breathed out. Her cheeks flushed a shade of pink and I could tell I was embarrassing her. "Plus, you look perfect for our date," I winked.

"What date?"

I glanced down at my watch, "the one that starts right about...now," I announced, "let's go!" I grabbed her hand and pulled her downstairs and out the front door in a flash.

"Luke!" She shrieked, and I just burst into laughter, "quit going so fast!"

I thought a romantic gesture might help with the charm factor, so I opened the car door for her. "My lady," I waited for her to sit down and pecked her on the cheek. I kept needing to remind myself that everything I did was for the bet, and the bet only.

"Where are we going?" She giggled.

"We are going to this place, that sells these things." I chuckled, putting on my Ray Bans, and she gasped.

"We have the same pair!" She put hers on, too, and I rolled my eyes.

"Great. Now we're THAT couple," I deadpanned.

"Ooh, I'm sorry. I forgot you're not good enough to be THAT couple," she remarked.

"Ouch. Is today national 'insult your date' day?"

"Nope," she said, popping the 'p' sound, "but it is national 'insult Luke Hemmings' day," she deadpanned, winking at me. I groaned and rolled my eyes. "Aww don't worry, Lukers, I have a ton of other insults up my sleeve."

I raised my eyebrows, and began to drive. "Oh my god. Did you seriously just call me 'Lukers'?"


I chuckled and continued driving.

We pulled into the parking lot and parked in the closest spot available. I walked around to the passenger side of the car and opened it for her. Our hands brushed as I took hers into mine and walked into the store.

"What's your favorite band?" I asked her, trying not to giggle at how adorable she looked. She was completely shocked by the record store I had just brought her to.

"We just had to come here," she groaned.

"Now here, Miss Palmer, I will teach you your first lesson in good, classic, tasteful music," I flashed a smile, dragging her to my favorite section. "You can never, ever, go wrong with Nirvana," I said, pulling out a copy of 'Nevermind'. "Maroon 5 and One Direction are okay," I paused, looking down at her, "they have some real potential, but I much prefer classic rock." I pulled out a pile and handed them to her. "The Red Hot Chili Peppers are outstanding. But, if you don't like rock, there's always metal. And you can't forget about Led Zeppelin."

"Wow, those bands that you named are fascinating, but I much prefer Aerosmith, Guns n' Roses, and Radiohead. I grew up listening to Nirvana, Led Zeppelin and the Red Hot Chili Peppers with my dad," she explained. "And," she added, "You can never go wrong with the Beatles."

I stood in the middle of the store, completely shocked. I had no idea she had been into the same music I was into. "Y-you? But...and then? And you groaned about coming?"

She giggled. "I thought it was cute how badly you wanted to teach me." She winked.

"I swear to God, Aut." She ran away, giggling and I chased her out of the store. When I finally caught her, I picked her up.

"Luke!" She gasped. "Put me down!" She fought against my hold, but I didn't budge.

"Kiss me?" I asked, offering that as a peace treaty.

"Eh, I'm actually starting to like it up here."

I groaned. "I'm not that bad."

"I know you're not." She agreed with me, but still refused to kiss me. I groaned again in defeat and put her down.

She was standing in front of me, with her hands placed on my shoulders. "You're really strong."

"You're really sexy." I grinned before crashing my lips against hers and bringing her body into mine.

"Luke," she mumbled against my lips at the stolen kiss and I wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her in even closer. She wrapped hers around my neck and deepened the kiss.

"Wow," she breathed out, pulling away and resting her forehead against mine.

"Wow," I agreed.

"I should not let you kiss me more often," she said and we both laughed.

I took her hand in mine again and walked back to my car. My phone buzzed a couple of times on the way there and I answered.

"Hey man," I said into the phone. "Uh-huh. Yep. I'll ask." When I finally hung up, I turned to Autumn.

"Is everything okay?"

"Mhm. How does having dinner with Michael and Demi sound?" I asked and she squealed with excitement.

"A billion times yes!"

I laughed and flashed a grin, "I was hoping you'd say that." I opened the door for her and helped her into the car.

The car ride there was everything but quiet. We played Radiohead and the Arctic Monkeys as loud as we could without possibly going deaf. We laughed, and talked, and got to know more about each other. Like the fact that both of our favorite colors are blue, and that we loved spongebob. I also learned that she was trying to learn a little bit of piano and that she loved to dance. I told her a little bit about myself, too.

When we showed up at dinner, Autumn attacked Demi with a hug and a squeal. "I can't believe you're dating Michael and you didn't tell me! Did you know about this?!" She asked me.

I raised my hands in the air, "guilty." I smirked and she jokingly smacked my arm.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?!" She pouted and I laughed. When Michael and Demi walked over to get our table-holding hands, of course-Autumn walked up to me.

"You could've been a little less obvious, you know."

"Less obvious about what?" I smirked, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"Um, I don't know, staring at my ass!"

I chuckled, "Sorry, Aut, but you have a nice ass. A great ass. A fantastic-" she put a finger up to my lips and cut me off.

"Okay, okay, you think I have a nice ass. Be less obvious next time," she rolled her eyes and grabbed my arm. "We better go sit down, or they're gonna start to think we're hooking up in the backseat of your car."

"Or...we could go hook up in the backseat, that way what they think wouldn't be a lie," I winked as I got smacked across the chest.

She gave a fake laugh. "Nice try, rockstar. Come on, they're waiting."

"So where did you two meet?" Autumn asked Michael and Demi, as I stuck another forkful of mashed potatoes into my mouth.

"Well," Demi started, blushing. "We met a few weeks ago at the All Time Low concert I went to. Aut, you couldn't come, so your seat was empty and Mikey asked if he could sit there."

"-and, we hit it off really well," Mikey continued, entwining their hands. "I was like 'wow, she's the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, and she's absolutely hilarious'. At the end of the night, I asked her for my number and walked her to her car. It was truly the best night of my life."

Right on cue, Autumn "aww'd" and teared up, "I'm so happy for you guys!" She turned to me, "Luke, isn't that the most romantic thing you've ever heard? It's true love!" She squealed.

I swallowed hard when she used the word 'Love'. She just HAD to use the L word. Michael gave me a knowing look and I agreed with Autumn, placing my arm around her. She smiled up at me with innocence in her eyes and I smiled back. Not with a genuine smile, though. In that moment, I debated whether or not it was losing the bet if I fell in love with her first. And I wondered whether or not it was better to fall in love with her, or to not fall in love at all.

I knew I was endangering the bet by having these thoughts, and acknowledging that, I shoveled another spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth as the girls engaged in a full on conversation. I wasn't afraid of commitment, or dating. I wasn't sure what exactly I was afraid of, but I knew it had to do with the four letter word that began with an 'L'.

I took a sip of my drink, mentally battling with myself and my views on love. I didn't believe in love because I believed that all it does is create a false reality and result in complete and utter heartbreak. But I began to wonder if falling in love and getting hurt was better than to never fall in love at all. In that moment I realized that I was afraid because, bottom line: we never fall for who we are supposed to, and that scared the hell out of me.

People always say that sometimes, we break our hearts in the right way. I disagree. Because with each passing second, my heart broke a little bit more knowing that I was tricking a girl into falling in love with me. A girl that was pure and beautiful. A girl that would be left heartbroken by my cold, ice-covered heart in less than 28 days.

And it was all for a bet that meant a hell of a lot more to me than it should have.

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