Hitting on the hitman

Trouble in Paradise? (56)

After I had sped home I ripped off my mask, breath heaving and lungs speeding, I was incredibly lucky to escape, I knew I hadn't of if I didn't have the gang to back me up, guilt pang through me for leaving them, but I knew there wasn't much I could have done to fight with a pocket knife and a puffy red ball gown.

My mind raced as dread rushed through me, I made it out, but would they?

After 20 minutes of restless pacing back and forth Lucas trudged through the door, his perfect suit ripped and messed up, but my mouth tugged and I found myself heardaling towards him, my arms wrapping around his harshly breathing chest, and he weakly wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead with a breathless smile.

Soon after the other boys scrambled in, all beaten well but alive, every single one of them, and relief rushed through me.

I hugged them all, but a lump rose in my throat when I thought about the fact that Max, Jacob and Jack couldn't be here to share this moment, I just hoped they were okay.

Then I smiled at the information I had gathered. Though I wasn't sure if the man in crimson was really telling the truth, it would explain a lot, but remembering the trouble I had gone through to get the information, and my plan to beat Lucas at his own game, I decided that could stay to myself.

"What the hell happened Jess? Why were they after you?" Hunter prodded, clearly recalling our conversation from earlier tonight.

Don't do anything stupid.

I had in fact done something very stupid.

The man's words echoed in my head, "You're no killer but remember this, I am." The way he had counted, finally landing on 20.  Chills ran down me, would he fulfil his promise? I shook the thought away.

I shrugged smugly. "Not a clue." And Lucas began to glare at me. "This isn't a game Jess, you could have died tonight, we could have died." Lucas hissed.

"We could die any night Lucas, it's never been a game."

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Since I was giving Lucas the silent treatment I got a ride with Em again and hadn't seen him all morning.

On the way to class, I see Leo walking past with a bunch of Jocks and Maria in his arm. At first, he didn't look at me. It was as if I never existed, like how it used to be. But once he was almost out of sight I saw him look back and we locked eyes for a moment and I couldn't help but wonder if that look back was for me. Even if he said he didn't care.

I had to believe he did. Because believing overwise was just too painful.

"Im sorry." I heard a voice whine from behind me as arms wrapped around me holding me tightly hugging me from behind.

"You're not forgiven,"

"Well, you seemed to forgive me last night," Lucas whispered in my ear his warm breath sending tingles down my neck. I could practically feel the smirk on his face.

"Tell yourself whatever you need to tell yourself." I rolled my eyes and he let go of me as I turned around to face him.

"You can't stay mad at me forever."

"Watch me," I smirked as the bell rang Just in time I gave him a little tap on the face before heading into class.

The rest of the day was peaceful. No drama no Lucas, no Leo, Em's friends were being nice to me. Mostly because I got them into that party, I wasn't sure how long it would last but I enjoyed it while it still did.

When Em dropped me back home I went straight to my apartment, I didn't want another run-in with Lucas.

I opened the door and plopped on my bed taking my shoes off.