Duck In The Battlefield

Just Askin' For Trouble

Chapter 12

"Oh now that's not true," Luke smiles evilly his eyes illuminated with idea.

"What are you talking about?" Mary asks confused.

"There is someone who would," Luke answers as realization crosses over Mary's features.

"You can't be talking about,"  Mary gasps as Luke simply nods yes.

"Who?" I ask suddenly excited.

"Wait," Mary puts her hand to her head, "You're not serious," she finishes as Luke chuckles.

"The only person and you know it."

"Who?" I ask again a little agitated.

"No!" Mary spits as Luke lifts a brow at her.

"Yes," he replies calmer almost tauntingly.

"Who!" I yell as they realize I'm still here.

"Dr-"

"No,no,no way, Chaya don't listen to him it will only bring trouble," Mary exasperates shaking her head.

"Okay then I won't," I smile at Mary and the second she looks away I mouth the word "who" to an excited Luke.

"Drake," Luke says as Mary throws her arms up with an unattractive ugh.

"Who's Drake?" I ask as Mary glares at Luke her head snapping to me once the question has left.

"Drake is trouble, a hot-headed egoistic womanizing jerk who is nothing but trouble," Mary spits her fair skin burning red.

Not an embarrassed red but an I'm blowing smoke out my nose and ears pissed off red.

"Okay," I drag the word out surprised at how angry she turned.

The table remained silent afterwards while the curiosity continued to eat me up. If this Drake guy can train me then I could be closer to ... you know.

"Oops spilled my milk I should get more," I say directioning my head towards the food bar to a confused Luke and unaware Mary.

"That'd be a good idea if you want more," Luke says slowly as I continue to head bang towards the food bar.

"What," he mouths as I lose my patience and stomp on his foot underneath the table making him launch up and frighten Mary.

"Aw Luke thanks for offering to help so sweet," I say batting my eyelashes innocently as Mary eyes me suspiciously.

Reaching forward I pull Luke around the table before Mary offers to come.

"What was that for?" Luke whines as he massages his foot through his shoe.

The weirdo.

"Who's Drake?"

"Ah that's what this is for," he says as he releases his foot, "Drake and Al- well Drake and pretty much everyone are enemies but Drake is one of the best fighters and I mean he is better, waaay better than Al but getting him to train you will be tricky because like Mary said he's trouble," he finishes.

Trouble, trouble, trouble, what makes them think I care?

"Where can I find him?" I ask ignoring Luke's cautions almost regrettable expression.

"Hmm, the best way to get a hold of him is by Ray who-"

"Ugh I know who he is?" I say dreadingly as I pivot around.

Room 252P,"  Luke chuckles as I make my way towards the exit waving bye to Mary on my way out.

I sigh as I push open the double doors leading to the halls when I freeze at the sight of Victor who was about to walk in the cafeteria. He stops and stands still tossing his arms his chest, his muscles flexed.