Music Strings • Luka Couffaine

|Chapter 2|

"Go screw other people Jake I'm not in the mood to do this with you." Luka heard her say, and then she walked off.

But the bully wasn't done with her yet.

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Luka feared the worst. He didn't understand why the dude was so dead set with this girl. She looked seemingly innocent, but Luka could tell that she's pretty fierce.

He was also amazed at how dazzling she looks even when in a state of being vulnerable to harm. Her (E/C) eyes were glaring straight a the guy unblinking.

Her hair slightly tangled up and messy, but she still looked legible. She also wore an oversized baby blue hoodie with jeans and some white sneakers.

The two were staring at each other for a few minutes. Luka felt like he was in one of those cowboy matches and the thought scared him.

He then heard the bully click his tongue.

Then shoved the girl, making her plummet to the ground with a thud.

Luke's eyes were as wide as saucers. He spared no time to waste and then quickly went to her aid. The bully looked at him with a glare.

"I didn't know that you had another boy toy with you. He looks like a whimp though." He sneered. Luka looked at him, his hands quivering and his eyes held the look of freight.

"Leave her alone before I call the administrators." Luka warned. The bully rolled his eyes and heaves out a chuckle, then laughed loudly like a wolf howling to the moon.

"Hahaha that shit isn't gonna scare me. I was just putting this little lady in her place." He said.

The girl stood up. Her hands in a first and she held her ground.
"As if. I know my place, Jake. And I also know yours." She said.

The bully gave her a confused look. "Oh really?" The bully raised his brow and crossed his arms.

The girl nodded and pointed to the trashcan. "You belong there." She sneered at him.

Luka looks at her in horror. Is this girl mad? Does she want a black eye or something? She looked back at Luka with a confused look. Her (E/C) eyes were shining and it looking at them almost had the teenage guitarist in a trance.

They heard the bully click it's tongue, then he started cracking his knuckles. Luka swore that his soul almost took off and left him there alone.

"Listen here you two. Y'all might be acting all tough now, but when we win this competition y'all are gonna piss your pants." He said, his voice getting dark and slightly menacing.

Luka looked terrified, he was terrified for his life. He didn't know what he got himself into. It looked like these two had history. He was curious. He had this feeling, a feeling that  drags him towards this girl.

Something about her just screams mystery, and Luka wanted to be the one to solve it.

"What is all this?" Another voice joined. They all looked around to see one of the administrators from the front desk, looking at them with a glare. Luka looked at her with a slight smile.

"Miss Bustier! I'm glad you came around. We have a slight situation here." He said. Luka looked at the bully. If looks could kill, Luka would probably be dead by now.

Miss Caline Bustier is a teacher at Collège Françoise Dupont. She is tall and light-skinned with reddish-orangish hair, which she pulls back in a high bun, teal eyes, thin light pink lips, and freckles.

She wears a light blue jacket with a teal collared shirt and a white undershirt beneath, along with a pair of white earrings and a small gold necklace. She also wears light blue pants and white dress shoes.

Her hands were on her hips as she looks at the three of them.

"Everybody's already at the main spot. Why are you guys still here?" She asked, her eyes held sincere-ness and concern.

Luke needed to get out here fast. He still cherishes his life and his band is probably looking for him. He took a gulp. Luka wanted to report the bully for harassing this girl, but had second thoughts about it.

He looked back at Miss Bustier, then to the bully. He shivered and gave the teacher a curt nod and a smile.

"Well. This girl is kinda lost and we were just helping her find her band." Luka explained, his voice a bit shaky but he managed to get the words out. The mysterious girl looked at him. He took a glance and noticed her thankful look.

"I can help with that. What's your name sweetie?" Miss Bustier asked the girl. She gave her a sheepish smile.

"My name's (Y/N)." She said.

'Her name suits her' Luka thought.

Miss Bustier clapped her hands. "Alrighty then. Let me show you where the waiting room is. Your team is probably gonna be there. They can't go in without a member missing." She explained.

(Y/N) gave the teacher a thankful nod, then looked back at Luka. "Thank you." She said.

She was then dragged away by Miss Bustier, leaving Luka all alone with the bully. He shivered in freight, his eyes gazing back to the bully who had a scornful look. If looks could kill, he would be on the floor right now melting like a candle.

He was slowly inching away from the bully, he then heard a click.

He looked back at him, and the bully was still looking with this menacing glare of his.

"Next time.." Lukas ears perked up as he hears the bullys voice boom in the corridors.

"Next time. Don't try to cross my path. I tend to squish pip-squeaks like you." He warned, which had Lukas spine tingle.

Luka didn't answer, he just continued to walk away from the scenes, thanking God that he's still alive to compete in the competition and to live another day.

He looked back at it and thought that maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that he had to encounter that bully.

Because he got to meet (Y/N).