You're The Music That's Been Playing In My Head: Book Four

Alt. Luka and Y/n Short

Story inspired by image above.

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I walk through the cool night air, scuffing my boots against the dusty pavement while silently berating myself for what I've done. I know what I did hurt (y/n) and true to her word she had stopped talking to me, stopped seeing me, and she doesn't even look at me from afar anymore, which meant no more adorably awkward waves. Groaning for the millionth time, I run a hand through my hair as I hiss at myself.

"Why didn't you just kiss her you damned idiot?! You had two chances!"

The memories flash through my head again, the first time at the bridge, the second on my couch with her straddling me while I looked up at her. I lightly hit my head with my fists as I internally yell at myself over and over again.

I can't even use the same excuse I did the first time. You know it's not true Luka! 

I sigh as I look up at the stars, muttering to myself. "I have to fix this somehow."

I continue to walk around trying to figure out how when I round a corner and notice a couple of guys from school snickering at something. I try to ignore them as I pass by, but they perk my interest upon hearing them mention (y/n).

"(y/n)? Yeah, she's such a dumb bitch."

I stop in my tracks.

"I know right? Who does that bitch think she's fooling? Pretending to be nice and shit. Does she really think people are that stupid not to notice she's up to something?"

"Exactly. She always has been and always will be a horrible piece of shit. That bitch will never change."

I grit my teeth hearing them talk shit about (y/n), my fists clenching and un-clenching repeatedly.

How dare you. 

"Excuse you?" I ask darkly, making them turn to me.

"Huh? Oh, Luka, it's you. We were just shit-talking (y/n). Wanna join in? We hear you're the biggest (y/n) hater."

"How can he not be? The bitch keeps following him," The group continues to laugh while my expression darkens.

How dare you.

"What would you know about (y/n)?" I ask through clenched teeth and they give me a confused look.

"Luka, come on, it's (y/n). She's always been a lying, manipulator, and now suddenly one day she claims she's changed? It's an obvious bullshit lie."

How dare you!

Memories of all the things (y/n) had been doing for months now start to flash through my head. Constantly putting herself out there to help where she can, cheer people up whenever possible, and the big kicker, let herself be almost fatally wounded to protect me, and these losers dare to insult her in front of me?

How dare you! 

"Take. That. Back," I growl, my anger boiling over as I recall using some of these insults toward (y/n) myself, and now it felt like they were being thrown back at me, hard.

"What? No! Come on Luka, you know it's true. That dumb bitch will never change, she will always be a lying manipulating piece of shit."

HOW DARE YOU! 

"HOW DARE YOU!" My clenched fist connects with his face, sending him face-first into the concrete. "Anyone else want to insult (y/n) in front of me?" I ask, lifting my fists up as the rest of them charge at me with a glare.