I wake up with a headache and blinding light peeking through my window curtains. I rub my eyes to drive the irritation away. I notice I was still dressed in the same clothes from yesterday and there was someone sitting on the end of the bed. I sit up, "Luke?"
He turns around, "Morning," he says with a sideways grin. I turn away, hoping to hide the immediate smile jumping on my face. Every time I see him lately, every time he speaks, it effects me in some way, make me feel almost...happy? This is Luke. These last couple of days with him have been crazy, different. But we have school tomorrow, and I know things will go back to how they were before. My brother ignores me, Luke and his friends make fun of me, tease me, push me around a little...just to piss off Jake, because they know it'll get to him. Michael stays in the background, out of it. Same as Ash, he lets it happen, not that they don't care, they just don't want to start anything. School is hell for some people and that'll never change. It's a playground for some, and others are their toys. They can't help it's me their friend bullies. Nothing is going to change that. And really, i'm over it. Luke and I have a friendly competition more than anything else anymore. It's all for show and to piss off Jake. who knows why? Really? Who knows anything about Lucas Hemmings? I'd like to ask them a thing or two...
I know Ashton cares--he's my brother, of course he cares. But when it comes to being in public, he tends to brush me off to the side. I'm not part of their crowd. I get it. And at home, it's Michael who always helps me with problems. Even if I don't tell him, he knows. He sees everything, I just have to go to him, and everything's immediately better. He makes everything better. Just being around him chases away everything but the butterflies. I love him. Like a brother. But that's not how other people see it. Let them think I have a crush on him, they'll ignore all the signs really in front of them. But Michael really is an amazing guy. And he does make me feel all those things. there's just nothing more than brotherly love and a friendship between us.
And the only thing he can't help with is school. none of the boys are particularly great at academics, save Calum, who's completely school obsessed. He'll come over and make the other boys wait on practicing until he has every aspect of his homework done. I'm not saying that's a bad thing, that's just...Calum. He helps us all out, though. he tutors me in the subjects I'm otherwise helpless with. For my parents, it's a win-win situation. I get my homework done and socialize. They don't think I have any friends besides the boys. And Micheal being like my brother, Ashton being my physical brother and me and Luke never, well, usually never, even getting along in the same room, that leaves only Calum, really.
Then there's my true best friend. The boys seen me hanging around him for awhile, didn't know why, asked questions I would answer with, "SO what?" or "Your point?" I think they just gave up, or maybe finally understood we were friends and I wasn't going anywhere. They probably don't even see why Jake and I are friends. Even I don't know why we are. I mean, yeah, we have a lot in common, but he's popular. A drummer in his own band, a rival of the boy's band. Another reason why they don't like him so much and don't want me hanging around him. But it's my life. His looks are intimidating, I'll give you that. He has a lot of piercings and some tattoos, and he's barely an eighteen year old boy. Girls are all over him, and given his past, they'd do anything to be one of those girls, just a one night stand. But that's in his past, and though it is, I still don't know why we're dating. I mean, why would he chose me? We're friends, have a lot in common, and i'm not like other girls? I don't know why he chose me, but he did. And maybe it was about time people knew we were dating?
"Luke? Can we talk about last night?"
"Thought you didn't want to?"
"Why didn't you run off and tell my brother?"
"Because you snuck out and I'm not a tattle tail. Whatever's going on, you would have told him if you wanted to. Maybe you will, but why is that any of my business?"
"I just though...last night, it almost seemed like you cared, for a moment."
"Of course I care, Ali. You're hanging around some other guy and nobody knows about it. I just don't want to see you hurt."
"Funny, considering you've had no problem hurting me yourself before."
I was mostly joking, but you could tell by his tense posture, he took it in all seriousness. His jaw is clenched when he speaks.
"Watch it, Ali. You think you know me, but you don't." I can only stare at his back as he's slid to his feet. He pauses at the door. He doesn't turn around, but speaks from his current position, halfway in the hall. "You don't see anything that's right in front of you. You're so blind, it hurts."