Chapter 4

Andrews POV-

I excused myself from the kitchen, stepping away I answer the phone. Immediately I hear my dad's voice filled with rage.

"Where in Gods name are you Andrew." His voice was gruff, ragged, and tired. Though, I can’t understand why he suddenly cares about what the hell I do.

"I'm at Jermeys house." Jermey is my bestfriend, he's a bisexual with an attitude and I wouldn't have him any other way. He’s way too honest though and that does happen to get him into trouble.

My dad seemed to have bought my lie, and very unhappily told me to be home by 12pm. I said I will, and hung up.

"Are you okay?" I turn to see Luke peering through the doorway. I sighed, exhausted and with a headache. All the happiness I had in the kitchen slowly floated away from me after the phone call with my dad.

"Yeah. I have to go though, send my regards to your mom. Keep my shirt wherever it is." Luke looked puzzled, actually, he stared at me like I was a puzzle. Trying to piece my life together. I smirked on the inside knowing he would never be able to figure me out.

Hoping he wouldn’t.

Knowing I would most likely never give him the chance too, my worries slowly floated away.

Slowly and hesitantly, he nodded - showing me the way out. I gave him a small smile, thanking the Lord above I wouldn't ever have to deal with this again.

He's a jock Andrew, I thought in my head; you're a nerd. The social rules state, your kinds will never be mixed. Didn't High School Musical teach you absolutely anything? They're all the same anyway, players on the field and off it.

I shook the thoughts away and called Jermey to pick me up. As if I had any other friends to call.. If I called my mom she'd probably be mad that I was so irresponsible and then have a rant how my dad should keep a better eye on me and truthfully, I'd rather not deal with all of that right now. Especially with this headache that I have assaulting my brain.

It feels like my head is having a fucking repeat of the party I can hardly remember.

"Y'ello."

"Yo dude, can you pick me up?"

"Sure, be there in-"

"I'm actually not at my house." I cut him off.

"Where are you?" I can hear the confusion in his voice.

"Luke..Luke Crawfard's.."