The New Guy

Chapter 15- Everyone Hates Luke

{K Y L E' S POV }

      "Bro, you still haven't tapped that?" Ethan's ridicules.

      I lift my head up from my comfortable spot on the couch. "No, dumbass. Now don't say tap that."

He scoffs as he clutches his stomach in my humiliation. "Are you kidding me, man? You guys have been dating for - what, like 2 months?"

"I told you, E. She's not like that. And neither am I.. Anymore." I add, "Not since New York."

"Oh, c'mon. You know you miss it."

I chuck a pillow at his face and he grunts as it makes contact with his skin. "No, what I miss is my peace and quiet. It was perfectly serene without you in here."

He throws his hands up defensively, standing up and exiting the room. But not before he yells out, "Offense taken."

My boys have been getting on me about not hooking up with blondie for the past two weeks. It's not like I don't want to, it's just, I don't want Mi to be just another girl. She's better than that.

I used to be a womanizer back in New York. Well, not technically. But, close enough. I'd pick up girls, hook up with them, then ditch them, blah blah blah. Just the same old same old. I was worse back then. Id never fallen for a girl before. Yeah, that's right. Never.

Blondie, a snarky, back talking, innocent, 5'3" tiny fireball with daddy issues, is the first.

I don't know what made me really fall for her. Her girlish charm, her curt remarks, her kind heart, her beautiful face, her contagious laugh, or soft smile. But I was in deep.

It honestly scares the living daylights out of me. That she could just walk out. That she could just leave me, all awestruck and hungover on her. That's why I have to trust her. Because I don't want to live with the thought that I could just lose my light.

Yeah, Blondie is my light. Ever since my brother Michael passed, I was depressed, angry and ill tempered. But, Blondie sort of brightened me up. Like my own little personal sunshine. She makes me happy.

Yeah, yeah, I'm a sappy, cheesy, bad boy gone soft. That's what light will do to you. I had mine. I didn't intend on wasting it. But things come up unexpectedly, and you just have to me be ready for them. You have to be prepared.

And when you're not, you can lose your light.

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Text delivered:
Hey, Mi. Be ready at 8. We're going to Liam Kin's party. Bring your girls too.
- Ky

Its 7:00 pm right now and we're getting ready one of the most epic parties of the year, according to Josh. I hadn't partied in a while, but it used to be my life. The girls, the booze, the dancing and and of course, the fighting.

I was a big fighter, too. Always starting stuff just to bust a nose or blacken an eye. I think the girls liked it, too. It was my bad boy charm I might say.

"Reminiscing over good times?" Elliot asks me, as he must've been watching my face.

"Actually, no," I face him, throwing on a tattered leather jacket over my white Henley and destroyed jeans. "Just the opposite."

He nods. "So, what was it this time, eh?"

"You remember how I used to get into fights?" I pause, waiting for his nostalgia to kick in. "Well, do you, uh, think that was my chick magnet?"