My Obsession with Chloe Claire: BOOK ONE

Chapter Sixteen

Luke's P.O.V

I grabbed my keys, jumping up from my desk and headed to the door. I didn't care that I was just in gray sweat pants and a Bama t-shirt, I was going to get Chloe. She needed me.

"Where the hell are you going?" Jacob asked, glancing over from his Call of Duty game.

"To help a friend," I said and walked out the door before being questioned further.

As I headed out of my dorm, I couldn't help but wonder how Chloe, Hailee, and Marshall got there in the first place. It didn't seem like Chloe's scene, but maybe I was wrong about her from the start. Then again, Hailee and Marshall were there so I bet Hailee made her tag along somehow. She did ask for my help after all.

I got into my black, GMC truck and sped to the club where Chloe was located. Even though I enjoyed Chloe texting me first, it was a little surprising that she chose to contact me of all people. She was probably left with no other choice but me. I glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven.

I pulled into the club parking lot, seeing Marshall's black Porsche. I turned off my truck, shoved the keys into my pocket and ran towards the entrance of the club. I went inside and scanned inside the club, seeing drunken bodies grinding up on each other and spotted Chloe sitting in the corner of the room. I couldn't help but smile. If she could be further away from people, she would.

"Hey Chloe," I smiled as I approached her with my hands in my pockets.

Chloe looked up from her phone, biting her lip. She looked beautiful with that purple dress thing she was wearing, her honey colored hair straightened, and her mascara–at least I thought it was mascara, but I could totally be wrong–brought out her pretty brown eyes. I could have sworn she had been crying at some point, but I didn't want to bother her about it right now. All I knew was that she needed to get out here–pronto.

She stood up from her seat and twisted her hands nervously. "Thank you for coming here, Luke. I know you didn't have to, but I'm very grateful that you decided to help me out," she smiled slightly. There was a certain uncomfortableness in her eyes. She needed to get out of here.

"How about I just take you back to your dorm?" I said while looking around. People were starting to look in our direction and I had no idea why.

"But what would I do with Hailee and Mar–Chloe," she corrected herself, looking over at the dance floor.

"It's okay I call her Marshall too," I smiled and followed her gaze. I eventually spotted Hailee and Chloe Marshall dancing to their hearts content. I laughed at the way Hailee jingled her wrists and was a little shocked to see Marshall move her body like that against some random guy. They were obviously drunk, and they didn't need to be left alone to fend for themselves either.

"Do you know how to drive Marshall's Porsche?" I asked quickly. I suddenly regretted it when I looked in her helpless eyes. If she was in a capable state she wouldn't have asked for my assistance. "Never mind about that. Let's just get them out of here," I said, and she nodded.

We walked into the middle of the crowd. "Hailee, Chloe, we need to get out of here," I told them.

Hailee turned to look at me, laughed and tugged on my arm. "Dance with us, Luke. It's fun."

"I'm sure that it's fun, but you need to go back to your dorm now," I said, gently pulling away from her. I could smell the rank alcohol off her breath. She was probably going to regret drinking later.

Hailee latched back onto my arm and started pleading like a child. "Come on, please, Luke. I want you to dance with me."

I looked over at Chloe, who seemed to know what I was thinking, and she pulled her away from me.