Love That's Sweet

Chapter Nine

Eric POV

I still hate him!

Once again I found myself by that little bastard's locker. This time, I'd be more patient though, and wait until after school, when the coast was clear, to beat some sense into him. Somehow I knew it was stupid of me to think that I could get away with it. Lucas had already proven to be a pest difficult to deal with, and yet I couldn't keep myself away. There were just some things I needed to know about this guy.

"Seriously?" Lucas immediately grunted as he noticed me. "What is it now?"

"Look here..." But as I began to talk, I noticed his glare and began to lose my cool. "I uh, wanted to talk to you."

"You wanted to talk to me?" He just laughed. "Why? Are you sick? Aren't you going to try and threaten me again?"

"Grr!" I ended up grunting myself, as I punched one of the lockers nearby. There was just no easy way for me to talk to him. '

So why even try?

"Ha! And to think people are scared of you," Lucas continued on, grabbing his things from out of his locker. "If you're just gonna stand there, attacking lockers, I'll be on my way. I got places to be."

"No wait!" I grabbed one of his wrists as he tried to walk away from me, letting go when I noticed the large, black case he was carrying. "What's that?"

"Hmm?" Lucas lifted the case and opened it right in front of me. "It's my older brother's saxophone. It's kind of old, but seems to work just fine."

"You play music?"

"Not yet," he replied, suddenly realizing he was probably saying more than he had initially intended to say. "And I never will unless you get out of my way, so I can get to practice."

Looking around at the hall, I made sure that there was no one near enough to over hear us talking before asking Lucas the following.

"Do you like me?"

"What?!" He almost started to laugh, but shook it off.

"I mean... Why'd you kiss me?" I asked.

Could I have been any stupider?

At first it seemed like Lucas was hesitant to answer.

Wait, could he...

But then it was clear, by the smug look on his face, that he was really just letting his silence eat away at me. Gathering all his things, he continued to walk away.

"Come back here and tell me!" I ran after him, ready to pin him down until he told me, but without the guts to actually do it.

What the hell had happened to me?

Not too long ago, I would have been able to get any answer I wanted from someone, and now I was practically on my knees, begging to some strange guy to say something to me.

"Do you really want to know?" Lucas teased me. "Well..." he continued, lingering on his response, "I really don't have a good reason."

YOU BASTARD!

"What I mean is, I'm not exactly sure how to put it," he continued to explain, shortly before abandoning it all together and continuing to walk away again.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I finally snapped. "Who would just kiss somebody for no reason? Especially somebody who tried to beat them up! You're just sick, do you know that? Just a sick little bastard! FUCK! I should—"

Just as I was ready to blow, I managed to calm back down. The touch of his soft lips had the power to do that to me. Usually I had always been the one to gang up on a guy, pinning him up to the wall to make him feel small and vulnerable, but now it was me who was pinned up to the wall feeling weak. It was a good, brief moment, but it couldn't last. The second I remembered we were still in school, I pushed Lucas off of me.

"That's why."

"What?"

"That's why I kissed you," Lucas replied, this time walking out an exit, "it seems to be the only way to calm you down."

I guess I could figure that out myself, but that still didn't explain everything to me, and I was still hungry for answers.

"But why with a kiss?"

That bastard heard me just fine, but left without even turning back to look at me. This was far from over though.

"I still hate him..."