Part 3
So, because of Tyson Keres didn't wear gloves the next day..in fact, she doesn't think she'll wear any again. Keres paraded around the camp happily. Smiled at everyone even though they didn't smile back, but then she started thinking, they would make fun of Tyson for being with her..his own brother would probably hate him to..Keres frowned. "I cant let that happen..i couldn't.." Keres thought to herself, so she went to go find Tyson. As Keres made her way to his house she heard a "pssttt" next to her. Keres stopped and looked to her right. Keres saw some guy stand there in between houses, trying to be secretive. She didn't know who he was so she approached him slowly. "Yea?" she asked. He looked left, then right. "Your Keres right?" he whispered. "Yeaaa" Keres answered, kind of looking around her. "I'm Luke..i've heard about you..we could use someone like you..in fact, we need you" he said gently, with a smile. Keres slightly smiled and twirled her body side to side a bit. "R-really?" she asked, couldn't help but smile. "Yea, see how these losers treat you? we would never dream of doing it" he said, reaching out to her. Keres looked down at his hand and gulped. "Come with me" he said gently.
Keres almost reached out to him then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Keres jumped and turned around and saw Tyson, glaring at Luke. "Hey Ker..what are you doing with him.." he asked low and kind of mad. "O-oh u-um" Keres began but Luke interrupted "I was talking to her and asking her how she is doing here" he said looking at Keres, giving her a don't-say-anything kind of look. Tyson pulled Keres closer to him. "Meet me in my house ok Ker" he said then kissed the top of her head. Keres nodded and walked off.
Luke watched Keres walk, turning his full body to look at her then he felt a cold hand grip his wrist and heavy breathing. Lukes' eyes widen, then turned his head slowly to the side and looks behind him. Tyson is standing there, looking absolutely homicidal. The cocky goof at the table is gone, replaced by a man with eyes of stone and iron grip, is holding him hard enough to bruise. Luke winced and tried to pull away "Let go of me! that hurts!" he said angrily. Tyson only grips harder and pulls him closer, grabbing his throat with the other hand. "I'm only going to say this once. Stay away from Keres. Or else you'll have people after you" Tyson said angrily then pushed Luke off of him, Luke falling backwards onto the ground, and Tyson started walking away. Luke sat up, glaring up at him. "Psychotic bastard" Luke muttered under his breath. "Nope, I'm just a boyfriend in protective mode" Tyson said, entering into his house.
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