Faking It || l.r.h

3. Party

*Luke's POV*

It was Saturday night, the night of the party that would let me get it all out. I get drunk, dance with a few girls, and maybe make out with one, but I'm not taking it as far as sleeping with someone. I was gonna let myself be free and not give a fuck, but sleeping with a girl tonight would bring too much baggage in the morning.

Once I finished getting ready, I checked my phone for the address Ashton sent me, put it in my GPS, and headed to the party.

This is a one time thing. I told myself. One night only. I'll go out and have fun and not have a care in the world, but after this that's it. I'm gonna show Brooke I've changed and convince her to give me one last chance.

It wasn't long of a drive and I was soon pulling up to the house where the party was. I don't even know who's hosting it, but I didn't care all that much. It didn't matter either; as long as it'll help me get my fix.

I'll stop getting drunk and hooking up with other girls to make her happy. I want her to know I'm serious and that I truly care about her and only her.

I looked to see if I could spot any of the guys' cars before I headed in. The music was loud and there were a ton of people drinking and dancing, but after a while, and two drinks, I found them.

As I had planned, I went all out. I downed drink after drink until I couldn't see straight. I went to girl after girl, but I wasn't as interested in them like I thought I'd be. I'd let them grind on me and touch me anywhere they wanted, but I wasn't turned on. All of these girls, who have been dancing on who knows how many guys, didn't satisfy me like I thought they would. This party was supposed to help me get my fix so I wouldn't be tempted to do any of this anymore when I got Brooke back, but all its done so far was get me wasted.

Some brunette was currently on me as I was leaning against the wall so I pushed her off and went to the bathroom to think.

Maybe this was a good thing. Maybe me not enjoying myself as much as I thought I would means that I've outgrown this and I don't need to get drunk and dance with random girls to have a good time. Being with her makes me happy and she's all I need. It won't be as hard as I thought, getting over all of this. Now I really know I can do it. No more getting drunk and no more hooking up with random girls. Brooke and I can together and happy again.

*Avery's POV*

"Avery." Dylan said.

"Yeah?" I kept my eyes on the screen. Saturday nights usually consist of us watching movies at my place. My dad typically goes to bars so I have the house to myself and I make sure Dylan's gone before he gets back, or it's hell for me.

"We do this all the time. Don't get me wrong, I love you and I love spending time with you, but don't you think this gets a little old?" He asked.

I sighed 'cause I knew he was right. "Yeah a little, but what else are we gonna do?"

"Go out. We could go to the mall or the roller rink...actually, there's this party tonight. We could go to that." He beamed.

I think I recall Luke and Ashton talking about a party, but I didn't want to voluntarily go anywhere I knew Luke would be. And I don't know if I could handle seeing Ashton. What if Brooke was with him? Although I doubt he'd have her around him while he's with Luke, but still.

"Can't, I didn't get invited." I shrugged. "Sorry."

"I did, but I knew we hang out Saturday nights so I didn't go. We could go together and you'd be my plus one." He said.

"I don't know..." I do know. I don't want to go but I didn't want to just say it like that.

"C'mon, please? I want to do something fun with my best friend who stays indoors all the time."