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  Freddie looked in that direction and I saw his eyes widen. His hand immediately dropped off of my hip. It did benefit me sometimes, having a brother that would happily beat the crap out of any guy that even looked in the direction of his sister. He had beat on Luke a couple of times when we first got together, and he certainly wouldn’t stand for a jerk like Freddie putting his dirty hands all over me.

  Freddie frowned and shook his head; he didn’t say anything just walked off through the crowd, obviously heading to find another girl to try out his sexual predator moves on. I leaned against the counter, waiting for Luke to come back, but he didn’t. Just as I was starting to get worried about him, a girl walked up to me and smiled.

  “Hey, Maisie. Luke asked me to tell you to meet him upstairs in one of the bedrooms,” she chirped, giggling to herself. I frowned. Selena wasn’t exactly one of my friends, she was in the A list at school and was one of Sandy’s little cheerleader minions. I was actually surprised that she would even do a favour for Luke that involved her talking to me in the first place.

  “Okay, thanks,” I replied, still a little confused. “Did he say which one?” I frowned at the stairs.

  She smiled sweetly. “Third door on the left I think. It’s Ricky’s bedroom.”

  I smiled and thanked her before waving goodbye to Charlotte and Beth who were just about to leave, and then I headed upstairs to find Luke. I was guessing that he’d either thrown up and needed help to clear up the mess, or he was fine and wanted to start the naked private time earlier than planned. I crossed my fingers for the second one and headed to the back of the house, doing my best to weave through the crowd that were dancing like crazy people. I almost fell when someone bumped me in the side as they did their take on the running man move.

  I stumbled up the stairs, bumping into people and apologising, trying not to laugh when they shot me glares. I couldn’t help but get excited while thinking about the dirtiness of having sex in someone else’s bed while the party raged on downstairs.

  Third bedroom on the right Selena had said. I ran my hand along the wall and counted the doors as I went past. When I got to door number three I twisted the handle and literally fell into the room, giggling hysterically as I sat on the floor shaking my head at myself. That was so incredibly graceful!

  I heard a little squeal and a grunt, and I flicked my eyes up from the floor quickly, only to see something I had never thought I would see in my life. Luke was butt naked, laying on his back on the bed; a girl was riding him, moaning, with her head tipped back in pleasure. He gripped her hips to stop her as I walked in. His face went pale and his mouth dropped open in shock, while the girl - who I now recognised as Sandy - whined and begged him not to stop, desperately tried to grind her hips against him again.

  I gulped and blinked, unsure if what I was seeing was actually happening. Maybe I’ve drunk so much I’ve passed out and this is a nightmare. Please let me wake up!

  “Maisie! It’s not… no… shit!” Luke cried, shaking his head fiercely as he shoved Sandy off of him forcefully, making her squeak and fall onto the bed.

  I pushed myself up off of the floor quickly, blinking a couple more times to make sure what I thought I was seeing, was actually happening. Unfortunately it was. I could feel my heart breaking at the betrayal. I loved him so much, and he was screwing another girl while I was downstairs? How could he do that to me? I thought I knew him, I would have bet my life on it that he would have never done this to me, ever.

  He jumped away from her and literally fell off of the bed with a heavy thump. Sandy giggled and shot me a wicked grin. I wanted to punch her face as she stood up, picking up her clothes from the floor and sauntering across the room, stepping over Luke. When she got to the door where I was standing, she smirked at me before turning back to him smiling seductively. “Same time next week, Luke?” she asked, laughing and walking out of the door, still naked, apparently not even caring who could see her outside. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even punch her in her evil face. The betrayal and hurt felt as if it was killing me slowly.

  Her words seemed to echo in my ears. Same time next week…

  Had this happened before? Had he cheated on me before? My legs felt weak so I slumped against the wall, using it for support as I gasped for breath. I felt sick. My eyes prickled with tears as everything I thought I knew in life was slowly being washed away like it was nothing. All of our future plans, everything we’d shared, every promise he’d made me, had all been a lie. For so long I’d been on cloud nine with him, blissfully happy, and now I was just free falling, hurtling into oblivion and waiting for the final crash that would kill me. How could I have been so stupid? Of course someone like Luke wouldn’t be satisfied dating a nerd, of course he was off sleeping with other girls, how had I not realised until now?

  He rolled over, grabbing his jeans, trying to put one leg in but he kept missing the hole as he swore and grunted, unable to do it. “Maisie, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry! Please, baby, please?” he begged, looking at me with desperation and panic clear across his face.

  My heart was beating way too fast in my chest, my ears were ringing, and my whole body started to sweat. I needed to get out of here; I needed to get some fresh air. The room smelt like sex and it was making me feel worse. I’d never felt so hurt, so low, and so worthless in my life.

  “Luke, why?” I whispered, looking at his face, trying to work out why I wasn’t enough for him, why I wasn’t good enough for him to just love me and want just me like I did him.

  “I’m sorry, Maisie. I don’t know. It just happened! I was in the bathroom and then she just threw herself at me, the next thing I knew I was naked on the bed and you walked in. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, so much!” His voice was husky and thick with emotion. He pushed himself up and tried to stand but he swayed on his feet and fell into the edge of the bed as he continued to try and put on his jeans. I’d never seen him so drunk, but that was no excuse for this, there was nothing that could make this situation better.

  “And you couldn’t have said no?” I could feel the anger building now. The hurt and betrayal were still there, but rage was taking over as the dominant emotion in my body. “You couldn’t have said no to her? What does she have that I don’t have? What is it about her that you wanted, Luke? Her perfect body and blonde hair? Her slutty clothes and too much make-up?” I growled.

  He shook his head fiercely but instead of answering he bent over and grabbed the trashcan from the floor, throwing up into it violently. He groaned and sat on the edge of the bed, throwing up again and again. A wave of compassion washed over me. I never liked to see him ill or hurt; my whole body longed to go over and comfort him, to hold him and beg him not to cheat on me again.

  “I love you,” he croaked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, looking at me through watery eyes.

  I wanted to tell him I loved him too, because I did, I really loved him, and that was what hurt the most, the fact that I loved him so much. But I couldn’t just forget this ever happened and pretend everything was normal. Luke and I had promised that we would never cheat on each other, ever, and up until about four minutes ago I would have bet my life that he would always keep that promise to me. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  “I need to go home,” I whispered. I couldn’t stay here anymore, I needed to go.

  He tried to stand up but he just fell straight back down again. “Maisie, come here. Please, I want to come to you but I can’t. Please? Can you help me with my clothes and then we’ll get a cab to mine,” he begged, stretching out his hand towards me. His other hand was on the side of his head; he was wincing as if he had a headache.

  “You just slept with another girl. I’m not going home with you,” I croaked, shaking my head.

  His face fell as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Please?” he begged. “I don’t feel right. I… I think someone put something in my drink. I wouldn’t have done it otherwise, I swear. Please, I know you’re hurting, but please
forgive me?”

  My feet started to move towards him of their own accord, my body was already forgiving him because that was probably the easier thing to do. I wanted to be with him. I wanted the things we’d planned for our lives. I fell down on my knees in front of him, pushing the trashcan out of the way, not looking at the contents and trying to ignore the smell of it. He grabbed my face pulling me closer to him, looking right into my eyes. His whole face was the picture of sorrow and remorse. I looked into his brown eyes that I had stared into for the last nineteen months. His pupils were enormous, he was unquestionably stoned, yet I hadn’t seen him take anything.

  “Do you have any idea how much you’ve hurt me?” I asked. The tears continued to fall down my face uncontrollably.

  He nodded and wiped the tears away, looking like he was in pain. “Maisie, that would kill me if I saw you doing that with another guy.” He pulled me into a hug, stroking the back of my head softly. “Please forgive me?” he whispered.

  I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. I wanted so much to say yes. Luke was the only guy I ever wanted; he was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first. I thought it would last forever, but I hated cheaters. Once a guy got away with cheating once, then they would do it again and again, and I refused to be treated like that.

  I pulled back so I could look at him. Immediately he crashed his lips to mine. I kissed him back because it was just a natural response to; kissing Luke was like breathing, something I didn’t even need to think about. When he nibbled on my bottom lip wanting to deepen the kiss, I closed my eyes and the first thought that popped into my head was, I wonder if he kissed Sandy like this…

  I jerked away from him and swiped angrily at my mouth. Where was my self-respect? I’d just walked in on him screwing another girl and I was about to forgive him and let it go as if it was nothing? I was a stronger person than that, wasn’t I?

  I jumped to my feet and slapped him hard across the face, ignoring how he winced and hissed through his teeth. I grabbed his jeans from his hand and shoved my hand in his pocket, getting his car keys out before throwing his jeans across the room so he would have to get up and get them.

  “You’re an asshole, Luke. I can’t believe I let you sucker me in for so long,” I shouted angrily.

  He looked at me stunned, his mouth hung open in shock. I turned on my heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind me, ignoring how he screamed my name over and over. Drunk or high, he shouldn’t have cheated on me, I would never do that to him, ever, and I deserved someone who could say the same about me.

  I desperately tried to stop crying as I stormed through the house, but I just couldn’t. The hurt that I felt inside was making me feel sick and slightly lightheaded, but the shock had sobered me up a lot. As I staggered across the lounge, I saw Ricky dancing with a girl, so I walked up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him round to face me.

  “Luke’s upstairs, he needs some help. Go sort him out and make sure he gets home. If he asks, tell him I don’t want to speak to him,” I instructed, swiping at my face again, wiping the traitor tears away.

  Ricky’s mouth dropped open in shock. “What? What are you talking about, you don’t want to talk to him? Are you kidding?” he asked, shaking his head, looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

  Sandy sauntered past me, grinning proudly. Before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled her to a stop. Obviously I was over the shock of it now, all that I felt was anger and hurt, and I wanted her to hurt too. She screamed and gripped my hands, trying to get me to let go, but I just tightened my grip.

  “I left him upstairs for you, why don’t you go finish what you started? It’s not fair on a guy for you to stop half way through, he’ll get blue balls,” I growled angrily as I shoved her away from me in the direction of the stairs. She glared at me angrily, one hand on the back of her head, she was obviously in pain. She opened her mouth to say something back so I just held up one hand to silence her. “You need to find some respect for yourself. Seriously, you’re a dirty tramp, and that’s all these guys see in you, an easy lay, nothing more. Dirty, quick party sex is all sluts like you are good for,” I stated, looking her over distastefully before I turned and stormed off towards the front door. I ignored Ricky shouting after me, asking me what had happened and where I was going.

  As soon as I was outside the door, I kicked off my sandals. I picked them up and hurled them as far away from me as I could, Luke had bought them for me and I didn’t want them touching me. I walked up to his car and pressed the button to unlock it. As I was doing it, I knew it was wrong and dangerous, but I just didn’t care. I needed to get as far away from Luke as I could and then maybe that would stop my heartache a little.

  I saw the front door open and Ricky came running out of the house, looking around quickly. I jumped in the car and adjusted his seat, starting the engine and peeling out of the space, narrowly avoiding taking the bumper off of a parked car as I did so. I didn’t look in the mirror as I sped away from the house. I just needed to get home and crawl into my bed and sob myself to sleep.

  I could barely see where I was going through the tears that just wouldn’t stop coming. I swerved as a car stopped with no warning in front of me, I pulled around it and then realised that, in doing so, I’d run a red light. “Shit!” I shouted, slamming my hand down on the steering wheel. Oh well, if any cameras caught that then the car is registered to Luke, so he’ll get in trouble not me! That thought made me laugh, so I ran the next stop light on purpose. No one was around anyway; it was after one in the morning.

  As I was driving down the street, someone walked out into the road in front of me. I gasped and slammed both feet down on the brake as hard as I could. Instantly the car was sliding and skidding as I gripped the steering wheel for dear life. The tyres were squealing on the road.

  I’m about to kill someone. I’m drunk, uninsured, and I’m about to run someone down.

  The guy was just standing there watching as the car skidded towards him. I couldn’t see his face because he had on a grey hoodie, but I had the feeling he was looking right at me. The last thing he would see before he died would be my hysterical and horrified face - not a pleasant sight I’d bet.

  I screamed as the car just went on and on. Everything was moving in slow motion, barely a couple of seconds had probably passed, but I couldn’t breathe, my heart had stopped. I wanted to close my eyes so I wouldn’t see when his body made impact with the car, but I couldn’t, they were stuck open wide, as was my mouth.

  Chapter 5

  Just as the car was about to smash into him, he jumped straight up in the air, a two footed jump. The car was still going forward so as he landed his feet hit the hood of the car. What happened next I couldn’t be sure of, but it looked to me like he ran up the windscreen. I heard footsteps on the roof and finally the car screeched to a halt.

  I twisted in my seat, covering my mouth, stifling the scream that just continued to rip its way out of my throat. I looked out of the back window and saw him do some sort of backflip off of the back of the car. He landed gracefully on his feet and then turned back to look at me.

  My heart was crashing in my chest; my drunken brain was unable to take in what I had just seen. He has just jumped onto the car, ran over the top of it and then done a somersault off the back? Am I dreaming right now? I fumbled with my seatbelt and jumped out, my whole body shaking.

  “Are you fucking blind? Did you not see me there?” he shouted angrily, waving his arms to make his point.

  I whimpered and slumped against the car for support, still unsure as to what exactly happened. I gulped and gasped for breath. This was definitely the worst night of my life. Luke had cheated on me, and now I almost killed someone and was going to be in so much trouble for driving under the influence. “I’m so sorry,” I croaked. “Are you okay?”

  He waved his hand dismissively. “Fine. You should watch where you’re
freaking going though. You could have killed me!” he growled. My legs wouldn’t support me anymore; I nodded and slid down the car and onto the floor, pulled my knees up to my chest and sobbed, rocking myself gently. “Er, look it’s… don’t cry about it… I’m fine,” the guy soothed, obviously uncomfortable.

  “I’m sorry,” I mumbled again, pressing my face against my knees.

  “Forget it, it’s all good. I kinda wish I had someone to tape that though, I could have added it to my profile,” he said, laughing to himself.

  Profile? What on earth is that about? I sniffed and turned my head, wiping my face on the back of my hand. “What profile?” I asked. “How did you do that anyway? What did you do? I just don’t get it. One minute you were in the road and the next you were jumping down from the roof of the car, not a scratch on you.” I shook my head in disbelief, my voice breaking as I spoke. Maybe this really was a dream like I thought earlier. Maybe this was an alcohol induced nightmare. Or maybe this was something out of a fantasy movie and he was a vampire or werewolf or some other dark and dangerous mythical creature.

  “Parkour,” he replied, shrugging.

  Par-what? “Huh?”

  He smiled and pushed the hood of his sweater down so I could see him properly. He was a good looking guy, brown eyes, shaven dark hair, and a strong jaw. If I wasn’t in love with Luke I would have said this guy was hot, but I never looked at other guys like that really.

  “Parkour. Freerunning. Not heard of it?” he asked sarcastically, looking at me like I was stupid.

  I gulped. I’d heard of freerunning but not the word parkour, was that what that was? The whole jumping onto a moving car and running over the top of it to avoid being crushed to death? “Oh, yeah I’ve heard off it. I’ve just never seen it. That was just,” I trailed off, not having the right word to complete the sentence.