Ghostly touches

Part Two

Lucas's POV

I rushed through the maze like corridors of the academy, cursing under my breath at how big the damned place was. I needed to get the healer ASAP. It's all my fault Theo got hurt, I should have ignored what that stupid Jean said.

Guilt ate away at my brain. Making me feel like the worst person in this whole world. 

My best friend got hurt just because I couldn't handle some stupid words from that stupid asshole Jean. I cursed him internally, wishing I could just go and beat the crap out of that spoiled brat.

I cringed, slowing down my pace to just a steady jogging. Jean's words ringing in my head.

You like him stop pretending. You just became friends with him because they told you to.

Flashback

(Before their fight)

I was walking toward my dorm room like Theo had told me to do so I wouldn't get in trouble.

I scowled. It's not like it was my fault that the stupid bastard Jean riled me up looking for a fight. Plus I was doing everyone a favour by getting rid of someone like him. Just thinking of him made me became a senseless beast looking to spill blood. Exaggerated but that's just the what that filthy weak bastard did to me.

Speaking of the devil. Jean's shorter by two inch form was leaning against a wall facing the courtyard. Seeing as I was behind him he didn't sense my presence, I was glad because I didn't want to start a fight with the blockhead.

There was something weird about his posture, his expression one of defeat and sadness, regret somewhere mixed in there. The atmosphere surrounding him felt weirdly tense.

I just knew that there was something amiss with his behaviour and I had to find out just what.

I sneaked behind him, making sure I was at a safe distance where he wouldn't be able to spot me but I was still in hearing range.

"I'm so stupid!" He cried out, surprising me. Who would have thought that the overconfident idiot called himself stupid.

"He hates me! Why do I still care about what he says? Is this my punishment for killing her?" 

I whistled in my head, somewhat shocked and confused. The boy sounded so damn broken that it was unbelievable that he was the same person.

"After all that bastard did to me. After he disgraced me to the point that I wish I could just die?" he kept on talking and I listened even more aware now as curiosity ate at my brain. Tears were streaming down his face and his body started shaking. 

This was getting weirder and weirder. What in the world is going on. Did he take something? Did someone put something in his drink? A drug or did he hit his head?

More and more question started to rise in my head, soon it became to the point where they were too many for me to even remember what all of the questions where in the first place.

I wanted to turn around and leave but something about his crumpled form and his broken voice kept me rooted in place.

"He tortured me to the point I can't let anyone touch me, not even my parents." He cried softly, his hands clutched to his chest.

"What in the holy goddess?" I whispered softly so he couldn't hear me.

My number one enemy, the spoiled selfish guy that I hated, was breaking down spewing nonsense.