Mrs. Insecure meets Mr. Perfect || Rucas

❁ Chapter 10 ❁

Lucas POV.

          "What is wrong with me?!" I yelled at myself, hitting my head in attempt to get some sense into my head. I was being a fvcking coward. I was scared of not being good enough. That I wasn't the one to make her happy. What if I'm the reason as to why she is this insecure?

After mine and Riley's fight, I had walked back to school only to stop just around the corner and turn around to look at her. She was standing in the same spot where I left her, eyes glued to the ground, tears streaming down her face. I did that, it was my fault she was crying. I had to fight the urge to run back to her, hold her in my arms. But I remind myself that it was not the right thing to do, I had already done the right thing. Leave her.

She had been running through my mind ever since I first saw her and I knew it was something with her that would make my stay in New York difficulty. Never did I know it involved feelings.

"Lucas?"

I heard my dad shout my name from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walk down the stairs to the living room where he was sitting on the couch, with a beer placed in his hand. He looked at me and patted the seat next to him, "Come on, sit down."

I walked up to him and sat down, "Yes, sir?" I asked my dad, looking at him.

He shook his head, slowly and he took a sip from his beer. My eyebrows knicked together in confusion and he spoke, "I heard yelling." I looked away from his gaze and fixed my own on the television in front of us. He sighed, "Lucas, I know we haven't got," he stopped and he was looking for a word, "the best bond. Relationships, if I put it that way."

"So, dad?" I asked, irritation lacing my tone.

"Well," he turned to look at me and placed the beer on the table. "I think it's time we do." I gave him a confused look and he rolled his eyes, "time we get to know each other." He nudged my arm and chuckled.

I sighed and thought about his offer. Get to know each other? He was right, we didn't have the best relationship a father and his son has. We stayed out of each other's way and the only time interfered was if one of us was in trouble. We never had a long, heart to heart talk. Never asked about each other's day. We just simply stayed out of the way. "Why?"

"Why what?" He replied.

I rolled my eyes, "Why the sudden urge to get to know each other? We have stayed out of each others way ever since mom left us. We haven't had a proper conversation ever since I was in 3rd grade. Why now?" I know I probably should give my old man a shot; he isn't that bad. He has been taking care of me before and after mom left us. He gave me food, education, somewhere to live. But we still didn't bond. I became this person I am now which my dad didn't like because he thought I was being 'reckless using girls for my own sake.'

"I miss the old days, Lucas." His eyes were filled with emptiness, sadness as he locked his eyes with mine. "I miss hanging around you, my son. I miss going to the park and play basketball or the football field." I closed my eyes at the last part, trying to not remember what had happened just a few hours ago.

"Don't you miss them?"

I opened my eyes and looked at my dad. He was giving me a smile and his eyes held that glint of hope. Hope that I would agree with him. Hope that I missed him; I missed my dad. "Yeah, I do."

His smile grew wide and he laughed, "Well then, son! What do you wanna do?"

I laughed at how excited he was to hang out with his son and shook my head. "I don't know, dad. Got any ideas?"

He went silent for a while, thinking hard of what we should do until he flew up on his feet. "Basketball at the park. What do you say?"

I stood up and smiled at him, "Basketball at the park it is." He smiled at me and then he did something that I wasn't expecting. He walked up to me and placed his arms around me, pulling me into a big, warm hug. At first I didn't do anything, I was frozen in my spot. But when I snapped back, I hugged him back.