Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Trust yourself, you know more than you think you do." — Benjamin Spock ————————————————————
Chapter 24 <—————————————>
Maggie
I would have loved to watch the shit show unfold, but before I had a chance, Luke was pulling me by the hand. I grasped my heels on the way, and quickly caught up with him.
The commotion behind us continued on, and in it all, I could hear the mayor trying to cover his mistake. I turned to catch at least some of it, but before I could, Luke had grasped me by the waist.
"We have to go," he said in my ear. "Come on." I nodded in agreement, turning on my feet to follow him to the car. I'd watch it all in the morning.
The heels dangled in my hand as we pushed through the crowd. My feet hit the bare grass before we finally got to the pavement. This side of the mansion was the only one that was empty, as it had been before.
I nearly fell out as we stopped. My hands fell to my knees as I struggled for a free breath. It felt like my lungs were on fire. "Shit." I wiped the back of my mouth with my hand before looking up.
Luke was standing across from me without an ounce of exhaustion. He was watching me, a big, silly grin on his face.
My eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. "Okay, Ronald McDonald," I countered, flicking my head at the car. "Wipe that grin off your face, and unlock the door."
I straightened up from my knees, pulling at the handle, but it was still locked. I turned to jerk a glare at him, but just before my head fully turned, I felt my body lift off the ground.
Luke had his arms trained around my body, our chests pressed against one anothers. I scowled, pushing my hands against him. "Put me the hell down, you—"
His eyes met mine, the shock in them bare. "You're a fucking maniac, Norris," he breathed out. "A fucking maniac."
"Get off my dick, bitch," I cursed as he lowered me back down to my feet. "They deserved that, and worse."
"Why..." he mumbled to himself before raising his eyes to mine. "Why did you help me?"
"I wasn't helping you specifically...I was simply joining a conversation." Even saying it aloud sounded like a lie. I had stood up for him, and we both knew it.
Luke nodded, breathing out. "I just...I've never had anyone..." he clasped his lips shut, averting his gaze from mine. "I've never had anyone stand up for me against them, before. I—"
"Luke," I interrupted with a head nod. I understood what he was saying, but if he said it out loud, I wasn't sure if we both could accept it. "It's cool."
