ꗃ 𝓛𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝓓𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝓐𝑔𝑒 𖥻 ━━ ❐ Luke Castellan x reader

𝓒ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝓞𝑛𝑒

𝓑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘, 𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 . . .

Im Y/n, Y/n Valdez. My life has never been the easiest of them all, i mean . . . imagine running from monsters every single day of your life for twelve years.

I never wanted to be a half-blood, or even thought of the very idea, it was a blessing and a curse, one i was not strong enough to behold.

Who I am? Oh we'll get into that soon, but first we need to start this story, my story, the one of me and the boy to whom i loved, Luke Castellan.

Well, i ought we better begin now. If you feel like you can relate to me at the beginning of the story, close this book, burn it, dont even think about it.

It was a perfectly normal day at Westville high, and all the students were going about their normal duties.

I narrow my eyes at the girl i hated the most, Moriah, yeah she thought she owned the place. Everyone "bowed" down to her, and did what she desired, but i didnt fall for her spell, i didnt care whether or not she liked me, i was just myself.

Moriah was snickering with her little gossip group, acting as if i couldnt hear her shouting to the whole world about one of the boys in my grade. Brad Collman, he was a mysterious person, but everyone knew his secret, he couldnt stick to one relationship, at all. Now if i told you what he did, i suppose there may be some underage readers here, but lets just say he wasnt a very good boyfriend.

"I heard he broke-up with Lisa." Moriahs second in command, Patricia, says quietly, i was litterly two metres away.

"My relationship status is certainly none of your business." Brad spat, appearing from the shadows somewhere, he even gave me a fright. His jet black hair was hard to not notice, and his piercing grey eyes were even deadlier.

"And how is it not, Collman?" Moriah asks, batting her eyelashes as Brad scoffs

"Please. You act like you own this place, but unfortunatly you dont, so go cry to your dumbass dad, oh wait he probably left you when you were younger." He says huffing quietly, as Moriah seemed furious.

"Come on guys, it seems he has no knowledge on how to treat a lady." Patricia from earlier states, the group scurries away.

Brad caught my eyes, his harsh glare pierced my soul, i actually felt sad for a second, it was really strange, that feeling was unnatural, and certainly was not pleasing.

He then blinked quickly and shook his head, walking away again, clutching a black bottle lid tightly in his hand, it made me rather curious. But as they say, curiousity killed the cat.

I jogged around the field, of course we were forced to do PE in the rain, my hair was wet and it irritated me horribly. I glanced at the group of popular girls who were fussing and freaking out about their appearence in front of the "boys. I roll my eyes, how pathetic of them, its not like they will stay in a relationship for very long with their dirty deeds.

I jogged some more, two laps around the school, isnt that a bit much? Oh well, the PE coaches didnt seem to mind, as they sipped their coffee. One stared at me amusedly, with a sinister cold glare, he looked like he was plotting my very murder.

" Are you alright Y/n? " The only one of my friends from school asks. She had short brown hair, and wore her usual sweaters and shorts.

" Im alright, thanks Deliala. " i respond giving her a small smile, she smiled back and gestured for me to walk with her.

PE ended, we all went back to our dormitories. I collapse onto my bed, thinking of random scenarios, which will probably never happen.

I dig in my drawer, and find a picture of my . . . dead . . . brother. Leo Valdez.

I mean, i dont know if hes dead, half of my memory is lost.

Its a lomg story, so im going to try to shorten it our for you guys:

The only things i remember is really my name, my surname, my brother and well . . . my age.

I glance at the picture again, and get out my brand new empty sketch book, redrawing the same photo, i wish i was there for Leo, im not sure even if my parents are alive.

I set my thoughts aside and decide to go to sleep after i showered, it was a peacefull night as the stars shone brightly, i had a feeling the next week was going to be eventfull, full of extraordinary events, that could perhaps be life changing.

Who knows . . . life is never what we expect it is going to be.