Wrecking Ball || Luke Hemmings ||

T W E N T Y O N E

Janet's POV

Luke looked at me (like in the picture) his eyes looked as if he had been crying.

Once Matt had gotten out of the room he didn't look that bad with only a busted lip.

Since Luke had punched him in the back of the head he had fallen cold.

I quickly walked over to him and hugged him.

And I left without saying a word to Luke along with Gabs and Calum.

We dropped off Matt at his house and I had gone to mine, getting in through the window.

I took a shower and wore Kyle's sweater again which I had washed.

I got into bed and curled myself into a ball facing the door.

That's when I heard the balcony door open.

"Go away Luke." I said not getting up from my spot.

"I won't." He said and I felt the bed next to me sink a little.

"Why?" I simply asked.

He sighed, "I couldn't stand you two almost kissing, it drove me insane and my body took over me." He said quietly.

"Oh." Is all I could manage to say.

"Besides you just over reacted." He said putting a hand on my back.

I sat up, "Over reacted?!" I shouted.

"Yeah," He said.

"You think, you almost killing my best friend and me almost crying to death was a over reaction?!" I said pushing off Luke's hand.

"I didn't kill him," he said rolling his eyes.

"You could have," I said angrily.

"Is that Matt's sweater?" He said his eyes going cold.

"No it's not." I said sadly looking down at it.

Matt has one just like this but it wasn't his, this was Kyle's sweater.

"You're lying, give me the sweater." He said as his eyes turned a dark shade of blue.

"I said no!" I stood up at him.

He looked at the picture of me with Kyle kissing that was next to my bed.

"Who's that!" He angrily said as he pointed at Kyle.

"None of your business!" I snapped.

He picked up the picture and through it at the opposite wall, shattering it in a billion pieces.

"GET OUT!" I said pointing at the balcony window.

"OH SO HE MEANS A LOT TO YOU, HUH !" He said getting closer to me.

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" I shouted back at him.

He looked down at my lips and licked his own, crashing his lips against mine.

But I didn't, I refused to give him that satisfaction.

He pulled away, anger written all over his face.

I crouched over the photo, tears rimming around my eyes.

This was from when Kyle had asked me to be his girlfriend. Gabs was with us that day and she had her camera.

Her dream is to become a famous photographer.

"Fuck you, I'll go with Heather!" He shouted turning his back to me.

"I don't give a crap, you could get run over by a bus and I wouldn't care." I said as I picked up the photo not caring that the glass was cutting my skin.

He looked at me furiously but didn't say another word as he left.