Caleb’s P.O.V.

I think I’m in love with Luke. I was currently sitting in the living room with my mom, dad, and Chris. They forced me to sit on the couch. All of the annoying family members went home and now it was just us. You should have seen the way everyone was looking at me, like a disgusting creep that didn’t belong in that house. My mom was sitting across from me, with her hand on my knee.

“Honey, if there’s something you want to talk about-”

“I’m fine.” She smacked her lips.

“If you were fine, you wouldn’t have destroyed your room. Everyone must think you’re crazy or something. Is this about ST3LLAR? Do I need to get Alex on the phone?” I’m glad she was concerned more about me than what her company thought of her depressed son. I hope you caught my sarcastic tone.

“Mom, let us talk to him. Your method doesn’t seem to be working.” Chris tried to smooth the tone of his voice with a chuckle, but it only made the situation worse. My mom rolled her eyes and stepped out of the room. Caleb and my dad turned to me after she was out of earshot.

“What happened at the hotel?” My dad wasn’t talking to me, he was was talking to Chris. Chris sighed loudly like he was the one getting confronted. “I don’t know. The show got cancelled for some reason, but Caleb managed to meet ST3LLAR anyway. Alex told me that Caleb was going to be there for a while, so I spent the night partying with Liam. When I came to pick him up, he seemed off, but I didn't want to say anything.”

“You left my son with a bunch of crackheads?!”

“Alex was there!” Dad reached over and punched the wall. Caleb and I both jumped. His cracked his knuckles and took a deep breathe. His voice was silent, but deadly. “I don’t care who was there. Chris, you know how they are, so why was he there alone?” He turned to me. “Now...Caleb what did they do to you? I swear to God, if you don’t answer my question, I will…” He finished the sentence with silence.

“H-He didn’t do anything that bad. It was just a kiss.” My dad’s gaze made me rethink my answer. I sat up a little straighter. “A-And uh… he started taking off my shirt. Then he stopped.” It took me a moment to say the five words that were about to come out of my mouth. They were going to find him and probably beat the shit out of him. Then his body guards would beat the shit of them. Then the police would be involved. I didn’t want anyone going to jail or anything, but I also didn’t want my dad to be breathing down my neck every time something went wrong in my life. It was mine. I had to make mistakes and learn from them. I just needed to get over it. Try to get over him. I closed my eyes, and thankfully they waited. “...He said I was disgusting.”

“Why would he say that? That’s just messed up.” Chris said, putting on his jacket.“I don’t know. Chris, just don’t start anything. It wasn’t that serious.” He scoffed and turned toward the door.

“If it wasn’t that serious, you wouldn’t be crying your eyes out.”

I touched my cheek , realizing that they were wet. God, I’m such a baby. I slowly got up from the couch and ran out the back door. My bare feet hit the pavement, probably shredded the flesh off the bottom of my feet. It was cold and I didn’t bring a jacket. Great… now I was a creep, a baby, and an idiot.

When I arrived at a bus stop, I sat down on the dusty bench. I fumbled with my phone to find Liam’s number. He gave it to me while ago, back when I was slightly interested in ST3LLAR. He said ‘Call me if you need anything’. He was referring to the band, but now it was something different.

“Hello?”

“Hey, this is Caleb. I was wondering if you could give me Luke’s number.” My feet were starting to feel numb.

“Ah..sure. I was wondering how long it would take you to ask for it. Caleb’s got confidence now.” He gave me the number and I called him. He didn’t pick up until the third phone call. What the hell was he doing at this time of night? Wait...never mind.

“WHAT?!” Well, that was nice. To think that I’m in love with this guy.

“Luke, can we talk?”

“Who the hell is this?”

“It’s Caleb. The guy from the hotel. I...I told my parents about what happened.” There was a long pause and then a small cackle. He sounded off.

“And I’m suppose to care because…? Look, kid. I’m sorry about what I said, but I don’t know what you want me to do. I’m kind of busy right now.” Someone moaned in the background, and then Luke laughed. I was already on the verge of tears and my teeth were chattering.

“Please.”

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Luke’s P.O.V.

I brushed my date away from me. She got out of the bed started putting on her clothes. “Please,” Caleb said. That desperate punk was really starting to get on my nerves.

“Where are you? I’ll send someone to get you.” He told me where he was and then he hung up. Son of a bitch.The red-head slipped on her jeans and planted a kiss on my cheek. “I have to get back to my daughter.” She left, leaving me to question her age. She was pretty good in bed, so she had some kind of experience.

After about an hour of waiting and choosing my words wisely, he finally arrived. Bare-foot and abandoned. I gave my driver an extra tip for the kid and told him to keep his mouth shut. People couldn’t know about this idiot. With Maddy backing out, the band was on the verge of breaking up. I can’t believe the nerve of that guy. It was his fault he ended up in the hospital.

I directed Caleb to my room and told him to sit on my bed. He blushed, sinking into the bed slowly.

“How’s Maddy?”

“Caleb, come on. You didn’t come all the way here to ask me that.” He looked toward the window, taking off his hoodie. A white shirt hung on his body, making him look smaller in a way. He reminded me of Maddy. Madrious.

“Why are you so cold-hearted? I haven’t done anything to make you hate me. I love your music. You, Maddy, and Jackson’s music. I’ve done everything a fan could do. So why?” He took off his shirt, looking at the ceiling the whole time.

“Caleb-” There were the scars, again. I almost felt bad for the kid.

“Come here,” he said in a tiny voice.

I walked over to the bed, standing completely still. He told me to come even closer. I towered over him while he was in the bed. Caleb’s hands were covering something on his stomach. I moved his hands away carefully, trying not to touch his scarred skin. There in big, black letters was the title of my band. ST3LLAR. It was tattooed into his skin. He lifted himself up on his elbows.

“When did you get this?”

“I’ve had for about a year now. You would have seen it before if you weren’t focused on everything else.” I touched the three, and frowned. This was beyond what someone would do. Especially in his condition.

“You need help…” He sunk back into the bed.

“Whatever.”

“I’m taking you home. I can’t deal with you anymore.” He shifted in the bed, shaking his brown  curls. He reached over in the bed and picked up a bra. He flung it at me.

“You honestly don’t give a shit, do you? Do you even like me?” He cried.

“About what?”

“About me?!” This was something I was trying to avoid. He was fan that was getting special treatment. I didn’t like him, I felt sorry for him.“No. I don’t- I can’t.”

“Why not?” He got out of the bed and stepped in front of me.

“I’m a famous singer, and you’re a …”

“Nobody?”

“Exactly.” A sad smiled crawled to his lips and he leaned forward. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he just brushed past me. “You’re a horrible person.”