Luke simply couldn’t get rid of you. It wasn’t as if you were physically there, because you rarely hung around him after you two broke up, but mentally? You were everywhere. He couldn’t do anything without being reminded of you, of your smile, your laugh. He almost goes weak in the knees every time he catches a hint of your perfume lingering in the air. It’s even worse when he finds your scent on his hoodies.

He was miserable, even as he tried rebound after rebound, tried drinking and going clubbing with his friends. Nothing took his mind off of you, because everything he did reminded him of you. He’d thought about calling you, but he realized quickly that you had actually secured yourself a decent rebound. Hanging off of his arm like a little trophy in that tiny little skirt in the club.

God, he was gonna lose it if he had to watch him touch you like that the entire night. He waited, impatiently, until your little boy toy walked away from you to retrieve drinks from the bar. Perfect.

“Hey,” he greeted casually, sliding into the spot next to you.