Stepbrother | l.h

38: Downgraded.

Chapte.r Thirty-eight

"Downgraded"

"Here you are madam." Luke chirped loudly as he made his way over to me, trying not to spill the contents inside the cups. I may be completely clueless but I knew that you're supposed to drink alcohol at parties.

"Why thank you kind sir." I giggled, taking the red solo cup from his hands and bringing it up to my nose smelling the liquid. To me, it just smelt and looked like fizzy water but I've never personally had alcohol so what do i know?

"Anything for you." He smiled before taking a few sips from his cup, his eyes not leaving mine.

I nodded as i felt a blush approach my cheeks once more, taking my cup and sipping from the contents inside my cup.

I furrowed my eyebrows as the liquid touched my tongue, it tasted exactly like sprite. And, now that I'm getting a good look at the liquid I notice that it is sprite.

"Luke, what the hell is this?" I asked him, motioning to my half empty cup that was full of sprite and not alcohol.

"Language?" He said, his words coming out more of a question as he sent me a cheeky smile before drinking from his cup, that most definitely had alcohol in it.

"Luke, go get me a real drink," I groaned handing the cup back to him, which he simply pushed back to me.

"That is a real drink." He told me with a whine, as he put him arm around my shoulder in a friendly way.

"Fine, if you won't get me one I'll get one myself." I smirked, wiggling out of his grasp, sending him a wink before disappearing down the hallway in search of a drink.

I searched around for where he actually found the drinks and ended finding a keg on the backyard deck. I smirked to myself as i wiggled over to the wooden barrel, taking the nozzle and filling my cup with the liquids that were spurting out.

"What's a little girl like you doing here?" A voice croaked from behind me. I turned around quickly, spilling some of my drink in the process.
The boy was a bit older than me, from the looks of it he looked about mid twenties. 

"Getting a drink." I told him, motioning down to my drink as i began walking away. I heard him call smart remarks after me, but i've seen to many movies with parties to know better than to go back an speak to him.

So, i brushed my hair over my shoulder and made my way back inside, back to the kitchen where i'd left Luke leaning against the counter.

Only, when i made it back to the kitchen Luke wasn't how i left him. He was talking to a girl, the same girl i saw earlier and had told the lie to. 

The girl had her perfect nails on his chest as she whispered incoherent words into his ear. I froze, watching as she trailed her hand down his chest slowly, inching closer and closer to the one place i'd rather she not touch.

I didn't know what else to do so i just stood there in the doorway watching the two with wide eyes. If anything, i feel like breaking down into sobs because luke wasn't even trying to stop her but I couldn't give him the satisfaction, the satisfaction of seeing me cry over him when clearly he didn't care that much, being as which he was getting up close and personal with the pretty girl.