Luke's POV


The punching bag swung back and forth from the ceiling. The chains holding it threatened to come out of the ceiling with every punch I threw. Stronger. Better. Tougher. I needed to become even better than I have been.

My knuckles were bleeding through the tap I wrapped them with. My hands were aching and cramping up from being constantly tensed but I didn't care. I was angry.

"Woah there Mate," Michael chuckled, "are you trying to kill the punching bag,"
I ignored him at first.
"Luke," he coaxed

I huffed and stopped my unleash of fury. He came over when he knew that I wasn't going to lash out any further.

I stood shirtless and trying to catch my breath. My skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. That wasn't the only thing I worked on so far, I had started out with my usual routine of push-ups and sit-ups, so I was pretty warmed up at this point.

"What's got you so fired up?" Michael rose his eyebrows.
"Nothing," I muttered, tossing the bloody tape in the trash.
He rolled his eyes, "is this about that girl again?"
I glared at him, pushing past and going upstairs to the kitchen.
"It is," he snorted, "how about instead of having a piss fit, you go and actually talk to her?"
"She doesn't like me," I muttered.
"Oh boo fucking hoo," Michael snorted, "last time I checked, you didn't give a flying fuck about what people thought of you,"

"Yeah well it's hard not to get pissed when she's hanging around with styles," I growled flipping him off.
"Oh yeah like styles is gonna do anything, he's a pussy and we all know it," Michael laughed, "she'll learn that herself soon enough,"
"He drugged her Mike," I admitted, "I know it,"
"Really?" His eyes widened.
I nodded, "yeah, at the party. She could barely stand, but even the. She told me that she only had one. And Harry was smirking like the ass that he is."
"Well at least you have something to hold against him if it comes to it, but I doubt it will. She'll see his true colors soon enough," Michael muttered.

I sighed and ruffled my hair. He thought for a moment.
"Wait, what girl is it anyway?" He asked, "I never got to see her,"
"It's one of the girls that live next door," I gestured, "the blonde one, Kara,"
His eyes widened and he grinned, "that one?"
I glared at him, "yes that one,"

He let out a low whistle, "now that is a fit girl if I ever saw one. She and her
"Yeah well keep your hands off of her," I warned.
He held his hands up in defense, "wouldn't dream of it,"

He left and then came back in in a hurry.
"What do you want now?" I rose an eyebrow.
"She lives next door right?" He asked
I nodded, "yeah why?"
"That's the house of volleyball players," Michael grinned wider than before, "and they have a game today! We have to go check it out,"

I felt my lips curving upwards again, "you're a genius,"
"I just wanna see the butts man," he laughed
I rolled my eyes and laughed, "just keep your eyes off her, she's mine,"

~*~

I looked around the gymnasium. It was filled all the way to the top. Who would've thought there'd be this much hype over a volleyball game. A college one as that.

Ashton and Calum tagged along with me and Michael. They had nothing else better to do.

"Where is she?" Calum asked
I looked around, "I dunno yet, I'll look,"

We went up in the stands and scoped out the gym. Both teams were there, and they were each on their own sides of the court. They were both passing between themselves at the moment.
I spotted her with one of her friends. The one with the brown hair. Kara passed to her while the other girl did this weird thing with her hands.

"What is she doing?" I asked
Calum looked over, "on I know this, Mali did it,"
He thought for a moment, "setting? I think it's so that you can hit it over the net,"
"Yeah," Ashton affirmed, "my sister does that,"
"Oh," I nodded.

"These uniforms are nice," Michael wiggled his eyebrows.
I rolled my eyes. For some reason, I was starting to get annoyed by how they all jumped around with random girls. I don't know why I was, I just did. Maybe it was because I had my mind set on one girl at the moment. I couldnt imagine sleeping with some random chick when I was working so hard for the attention of Kara.

I didn't see why they were wasting their time doing that. It seemed stupid to me now, flinging and then kicking a girl out of my house. What did that get me? Absolutely no satisfaction at all. What good was it if I had no connection to the girl I was sleeping with? It's not like I needed an outlet, that what I fought for.
Sure, I was getting annoyed that Kara wouldn't even give me a chance. But at the same time I was glad she wasn't. It made it all the more fun for me, and I knew that eventually she had to give in. And after she did, it would be much more worth it. I was tired and bored of the same old routine from before.

Wow hemmings, you've gotten whipped

I pushed the thought from my mind and focused on Kara. She looked so in the moment and effortless. Her eyes would watch the ball as it flew through the air and I could see the thought she put into every movement.

She was always one step ahead of the game. It was pretty cool to watch how she thought over each pass, some would come right to her, and she wouldn't move. But them one would be off the the side of
way back and she'd figure out a way to make a good pass back to her friend.

She put a lot of work into this game. And I knew how that felt. I was the same with my boxing. And I could see that she was having fun. I got to see a genuine smile gracing her lips. We all know how often I get to experience that. Yeah never. Her smile was beautiful.

Boy did this girl drive me crazy.

~*~


Kara's POV


"Second to me!" Dana called, shaking her hand in the air with 2 fingers up as a reminder that she got all second passes.

I was leaning on my knees, waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. My legs tingled with excitement, watching the ball with anticipation. The way I looked at a volleyball was the same way Aslan looked at food. I was always eager to play.

Emily was a bit behind me, playing deep. I looked back at her and she winked.
I snorted and faced forward as the whistle blew. The server tossed the ball into the air.
"Balls up!" I yelled obnoxiously loud, hoping somewhat to mess up the server and somewhat for my own amusement.
Emily was laughing from behind me as we watched the servers hand come in contact and send the ball forward,

I knew it was coming to me the moment she hit it.
Down down you idiot, stay all the way down.
"Mine,"
I locked my arms and absorbed the hit, not pushing my wrists because the ball already had enough momentum on it.

"Me me me" Dana called with her hands in position for a nice set.
She jumped like a v to keep her arms straight and set the ball to the middle blocker/hitter who spiked it over. The other team completely shagged it and I felt the temporary anxiety of the play slip away.

We went in for a team huddle.
"Nice nice," Emily smiled, "I didn't even have to do anything,"
I rolled my eyes playfully, "don't get too comfy,"

~*~

"See ya tomorrow," I waved to one of the girls on my team.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I turned the corner.
"Hey,"

I looked up and saw my favorite person, Luke. He was leaning against the wall in his typical bad boy fashion. I had to say, it looked really hot. Of course I'd never actually tell that too him. The last thing he needed was a bigger ego.

I sighed, "what can I help you with?"
"Well when you put it that way...." he smirked
I laughed a little. He actually smiled too, not one of his sneaky smirks. It was really cute.
"Don't push it hemmings," I reminded him.
"I actually wanted to talk to you," he stood up.

I stopped. Maybe he was here to apologize. That's something I'd love to hear.
"Okay, shoot," I nodded.
"I just wanted to make sure you were all good from Friday night," he mumbled, "you were really drunk,"
I scoffed, "I wonder why,"

He tilted his head confusingly, "what?"
"I know what you did to me. Harry told me," I tsked.
"Harry told you what? That I actually tried to save you from that pissweed but you refused?" He snorted
"Harry told me that you were the one who drugged my drink" I told him.
He looked shocked, "oh hell no, I never touched your drink,"
"Well how else would I have gotten that reckless? I had one drink all night. He said that you were talking about those drugs you put in drinks,"

"And you believed him?" Luke scoffed, "you don't know anything about him,"
"Yes I do," I defended.
"Oh yeah? Well did you know that he's a liar? You think he's a nice guy don't you?" Luke rose an eyebrow,
"He is a nice guy," I muttered
"No he isn't! He's just as bad as you think I am. Even worse than me,"

"I find that hard to believe," I rolled my eyes.
His fists clenched, "fine, but don't come crawling to me when he does it again and you wake up as another notch on his bed post like every other girl,"
My eyes widened. How did he know? He noticed my surprise. He watched me for a moment. I saw regret flashing through his eyes.

"Kara...." He sighed.
"Stop it," I shook my head, refusing to look up at him.
I felt tears starting to prick at my eyes, of course I was still upset over what happened.
"Oh my god Kara, don't tell me that's what happened..." He whispered.
I sniffled, "just go Luke,"

"He did didn't he?" Luke growled under his breath, "he took advantage of you Kara,"

"He was just as drunk as I was," I whispered.
"No he wasn't Kara," Luke said, "I talked to him, he was fully sober,"
I hiccupped and wiped my eyes, "it doesn't matter anymore does it? I can't have it back now,"

"Fuck Kara, I'm sorry," Luke frowned, "I thought you already-"
"You thought I already what Luke? Had sex?" I snapped, "you know not everyone enjoys sleeping with a new person every night! I wanted to wait for someone I really liked and now It's gone and I can't get it back,"

"I don't want that Kara," Luke sighed, "I'm trying you know. I really like you,"
"No you don't," I shook my head, "were too different,so don't waste your time. I'll only disappoint you,"
"I'm going to fucking kill styles," Luke seethed.

I didn't look up until I heard the metal door slam. He was gone.

Notes

Hiiii! Enjoy this hella long chapter

ship names? Is Luke really changing or does he just think he is? Should Kara start to trust him more? Should she leave Harry? Do you even feel bad for her, or was this all her own fault?

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