Luke knew what you were trying to do. the way you were moving your hips in beat to the music, how you... eagerly accepted each and every hand of any stranger on your body. only his body to touch β or so he thought.
you're being petty, he thinks, his jaw clenching at the sight of yet another boy feeling you up. and... you're not his β not officially, no β but in some sense, you should be his. you should be shaking your head at other campers asking you to dance with them next. but you don't, no, you seem to even welcome the attention. you wanted this...
it's when someone presses his lips against your neck, that Luke Castellan finally has enough of watching your little show.
you feel a pinch on your wrist, then you're being swept away. his strong hold doesn't let you escape the upcoming argument β which he is almost sure you were trying to provoke β and he drags you all the way outside, until you're pressed against a wall. rather harshly.
you're drunk, he can tell, but that doesn't excuse your behavior.
"what the heck!" his fist collides with the wall behind you, he is very angry, very frustrated. "you're suddenly all out there, rubbing yourself against other people just because i didn't tell my friends we're together, huh?"