Love That's Sweet

Chapter Eight

Eric POV

Where is He?

"Wow, so those thugs actually followed you all the way to this crummy old place?" Anthony kept talking at the table. "They must really want to get you. Who knows what would have happened if they hadn't run off. By the way, what happened that night anyways? You never really told us, Eric. Uh... Eric?"

I could hear him yelling out my name just fine, but I was too busy looking around the cafeteria to answer him. There was someone I needed to find first.

"No use talking to him right now, bro." Andrew replied back, smug as ever. "It appears as if Eric has other things on his mind right now."

"You aren't still worried about that guy that beat you up the other day, are you?" Anthony asked me, flicking a rolled up napkin to get my attention.

"I believe his name is Lucas..." Andrew finally managed to grab my attention. "Yes, heard he's just a junior like us. He's lived here all his life, though not a lot of people seemed to have noticed him until now—"

"How do you know all that?!" I demanded he answer me, suddenly finding myself towering over him.

He seemed a bit frightened, at first, but kept his cool.

"I've asked around, why?"

"Dude, are you worried he'll get in your way again?" Anthony stepped in to help out his brother.

"What?!" I replied back, realizing I had to stop overreacting whenever it came to that bastard, Lucas. "Course not... I'll kill that guy the next time I see him."

"Didn't you try that this morning?" Andrew replied, quickly taking it back. "He must be more difficult to handle than you thought."

I glared back at him, realizing he was actually right.

Damn it, Andrew knew too much.

"Hey Eric, you know what you should do is—" Anthony suddenly stood up as a group of girls passed by the table. "Wendy, girl why haven't you called me back?"

"Excuse me," one of the girls replied, giggling with her friends. "I never said I'd call you."

The group of girls quickly left, not before staring back at me and giggling even louder.

Are they mocking me?

"Damn!" Anthony complained, "I hate it when they play hard to get."

"She's not playing," Andrew got up and smacked his brother on the side of the head, "she's just interested in someone else."

Andrew glanced back at me, which completely caught me off guard. We then looked over at Wendy's group who were also glancing over at me.

"We'll see about that," Anthony retaliated, marching his way back over towards the girls.

Nothing seemed more annoying than the drama of being in high school. I could seriously use a break from it. Unfortunately, I still had people to deal with. Starting with Andrew who was becoming too nosy.

"So what did happen the other day?" Andrew asked out of nowhere. "I'm just curious to know because I've heard that guy Lucas was the one to help you out after the thugs ran."

"It's none of your business," I let him know, sounding way too defensive.

"Hey Michele, why don't you have your dad look into who these guys are?" Andrew kept talking. "I'm sure we could still get to the bottom of all this. Don't worry about it Eric, maybe we can also have something done about your other attacker as well—"

"Andrew," Michele finally decided to step in, "enough."

With that, Andrew gave up and ran off behind his brother. Those two were beginning to get on my nerve, yet a simple glance from Michele reminded me that it was always just best to ignore them. Luckily, I had Michele watching my back. Not long after that mess, I was finally able to spot the guy I'd been looking for.

"Wait," Michele stopped me just as I was ready to run off myself. "Think before you act, Eric."

I probably should have listened to him, but I didn't. I walked up behind the little runt that had started all this, picking him up without a warning. I turned him over so he could tell me what I needed to know.

"I want you to tell me everything you know about your friend Lucas."