Something breaks inside me when I say those words. He looks so hurt and I can't stand to see it. I don't think about what I'm doing, I just start running.
The pain in my legs and lungs helps block out the pain in my heart, so I keep running until I can't breathe. Panting heavily, I look around, I don't recognise anything around me. I turn in circles, trying to get my bearings when I notice a car pull up beside me.
"Rory?" Luke lowers the window and I scowl, walking away from him. "Rory, get in the car, I'll take you home."
"No, thanks I'm fine." He creeps along beside me.
"I can see you're not. If I have to, I'll wrestle you in the damn thing, but I'm not leaving you here." I stop, turning to look at him. Everything hurts, I need it to stop hurting.
Luke: Rory's at mine. Get here. Fast! It takes me ten minutes to get to his house, walking straight in and seeing her dress on the floor, two glasses on the table and an empty vodka bottle. Luke's on the sofa, his head in his hands, his shirt open all the way down. "I didn't, but shit did she make it hard not to." Luke slurs at me. "She's upstairs. Sort it out will you." She's under his quilt. She looks up at me, but struggles to focus. "Shane?" She gulps. "Are you ok?" "No." Tears run down her cheeks and I'm at her side, wiping them away with my thumbs
"Morning love muffin." Luke's smiling face rests on the pillow beside mine when I wake up. Oh god, what did I do? My gaze drops to his naked chest, a vague memory of standing in my underwear and kissing him flashes into my brain. "How much do you remember? Because, I shit you not, it was fucking amazing." "I don't remember anything." I say, burying my face in the pillow, forcing myself not to crawl away when his arm curls around my waist and he slides in too close. "I thought you might say that. So I've got us breakfast ready for round two this morning." He smacks my bottom and jumps out of bed. "How are you not feeling like death?" I complain, mor
"You look beautiful." I tell Aurora as she opens the front door, she's wearing a beautiful black dress that brushes the floor as she walks and she must have heels on, because she's almost tall enough that I don't have to lean down when I kiss her."You don't look bad yourself." She grins, looking me up and down in the stupid tux I got just for her."Woohoo Rory, get your ass in here." Luke hollers, sticking his head out of the sunroof of the limo we rented, her friends slip passed us to climb inside.As soon as we're in and the car starts to move, he pops the cork on a bottle of champagne while Jenny passes around plastic glasses.Despite complaining how lame the night will be, he definitely seems to be enjoying himself, Ruby sits beside him, clinging to his arm as
I'm sprinting down the hallway towards my classroom, late. I really hate being late. It's not unusual unfortunately, because my mother lives by her own schedule, a world in which timings don't matter. Except they do, rigidly, in my world. The only reason I'm not constantly in detention for it is because I get good grades and my teacher, Mr Whiting, once tried to explain the importance of being prompt to my mother and ended up on the wrong end of one of her tirades about living in the moment rather than to some man-made timescale. According to my mum, nature gives you all the timings you need and it's unhealthy to go against nature. I usually drive in, but my car's in the garage, so until it's fixed I have to pester my mother and resign myself to the fact that I'm going to have to sprint to my first class. Turning the corridor, I slam into someone, ricocheting off of them and flying backwards onto the floor. Laughter erupts all around me as I ga
I'd been pissed off with Billy for dragging me to the freak party, just because we heard the music from his house and he wanted some free drinks, but it turned out to be a very interesting evening once the drunk ginger girl poured her cup over him.Not that I was still pissed off by then, I'd seen enough of that party to wonder why I'd never been before, booze everywhere and randoms hooking up in whatever room wasn't currently occupied.She was definitely the best part of the night, off her face and bitchy as hell, but still with it enough to lie when I asked her her name. Her anger towards me was obvious, for what I'm not quite sure, but once I kissed her she transformed.'Touch me.' When she'd whispered those words and spread her legs for me, I'd wanted to crush her up against the fence and take her right there.If only that idiot hadn't spoiled the mood, twice.I'd turned back to watch her limp away with her friends, my j
Sunday, I throw on jeans and a shirt, winding my hair up into a loose ponytail, I slide my feet into my comfy trainers and wait for Rae to pull up outside to take me out with them all.Shane's jacket is still on the chair in my bedroom and I have no idea how I'm going to give it back to him. The idea of seeing him, or more to the point, him seeing me and recognising me, turns my insides over. I can't think about it without worrying I'm going to puke."Aurora." My friends wave at me from the car excitedly and I hobble down the path to the car."What did you do?" Jenny asks in an amused voice, turning around to face me as Rae drives us to the cinema car park."Long story short, I was running and ended up getting tripped over and twisting my ankle.
I'm surprisingly keen to get to school, I left my jacket with Anne/Rory and I can't wait to see her. I've driven myself nuts fantasising about her this weekend, I need to get her out of my head and the only way to do that is to fuck her, and the only way to do that, is to find out who she really is.Even though I'm the first one in, my friends take forever to get here and then they're not interested in moving so we're late as usual. I keep an eye out for her walking into school, for some reason I expected her to be wearing my jacket. The idea giving me a little thrill, but so far I've not seen her and I'm starting to feel irritated.Mr Whiting doesn't even bother saying anything when we walk in mid lesson, just carries on talking as though we're not there. Is it any wonder we don't show an interest when he's clearly not bothered about us? I follow Luke to the desk, wondering where Anne/Rory could be and then something catches my eye.Oh for f
I'm crazy, I must be. I tell my reflection that night. I'd kept my head low when Shane walked in, hiding behind Rae and my books until he wasn't facing my direction anymore, but part of me had still wanted him to look straight at me, as though he knew it was me at the weekend. As though I wasn't just a stupid drunken opportunity. He didn't even look behind him, not once, I was sat there worrying myself stupid for absolutely nothing. I could hear Jenny stifling a giggle beside me the moment he saw his jacket and I was terrified he'd hear her and turn around, but he just tipped his chair up, kicked at his jacket and stared ahead of him. So why do I feel so disappointed?