The Game (Lashton~Book 2 of The Bully)

Fine~Chapter 8

Hey. I'm depressed. I have nothing to say.

Dedication to Larry_Lashton

Luke's P.O.V

As soon as I saw him, I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I asked. This just doesn't make any sence.

"What the hell are yo-?" He started.

"Don't play dumb! I know you have Ash and Cal now WHERE ARE THEY?" I screamed. Everyone in the coffee shop were staring at us.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck you're talking about but I'll be more than happy than to talk to you in a nice classy way." He said as he point two chairs in front of him.

Michael grabbed my shoulder and gave me a look. I got the picture and I let go of Chase and took a seat.

Once we sat down, Michael didn't waste any time.

"Where are they?" he asked.

"Look, I know we aren't on the best of terms but seriously man, I don't know." Chase said before sighing.

"But I think I can help." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I know you might be wondering what the hell I'm doing here in the first place. I'm here for revenge."

"Revenge?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. my sister...she's dead..and I'm going after the one responsible." Chase said. Tearing up a bit.

"Carly...She's dead." Michael asked.

"Yeah."

"Who's responsible than?" I asked.

"I don't know. All I know is that when I found her body, there was a note saying 'The game starts soon. Pick your team' and then I saw a paid plane ticket here. So, I'm searching for her killer." Chase said. Angry.

Me and Michael just nodded...actually feeling sorry for him.

"Then...I heard that you guys were here too..and that you were also playing this game. So how about we work together on this?"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" Michael yelled, standing up.

"AFTER EVERYTHING YOU PUT US THROUGH?! NO WAY NO FUCKING WAY!"

"Look damnit!" Chase yelled, making people look at us again. "Look...We are both playing the same sick fucking game here! I bet anything that the person who killed my sister has Ashton and Calum and it's only a matter of time before you need to make plans for their funeral. Now, I know you hate me, hell I hate your asses too but I hate this sick son of a bitch more. Now we could keep bitching about the past or we can take what's ours." Chase said.

I looked at Michael. Unsure.

I have to do this. I have to do this for Calum. For Mikey...For Ashton.

Michael seemed to read my thoughts and he sighed and nodded.

"Fine."
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Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while. Not feeling to good lately.

~Ian