Second Life

Chapter 18 Someone call me?

Thank you everyone for the support and love. It may be a bit tiring to see me type it in almost every posting. I can't express it enough though my action really well. I hope you can see it in my writing instead. Second Life grown so far for the time I spend on posting it online.

I hope my other stories someday develop and grew into great pieces as well. I'll still focus on the other more hopefully with frequent updates despite my slowness. I'll try to update Second Life maybe once a month with AB and LC every 1-2 weeks I hope. MB will be random updates.

Though it's a bit rush while trying to experiment as well. I'm not very good at romance, it's one of my weakness, I hope you enjoy. =-=

Happy Late Halloween! ^ ^

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What the hell?!

I froze at the contact of his warm lip presses against mine-

Everything screech to a halt.

My eyes widen and my jaw drop in shock. My silent didn't deter Luke, his eyelids fluttering closed, he presses closer firmly place his hand against my cheeks gently slide his tongue into my open mouth coaxing to deepen the kiss while the other hand gently trails among my stiff back placing it steady and firmly against the lower part of my back. After a moment, he part with a string of saliva remain as evidence looking at my eyes searching for something I have no fucking clue for. I shudder at that look.

"That was so hot," Brock mumbles through the Bluetooth shattering the silent drawing my focus from that to him. "I see what you meant, Lui."

"Delirious?" Lui question, amusement and something odd lingering in his voice, "Thirty minutes had passed."

Everyone pitied you, foolish boy!

I stare at Luke for a moment rage seeps within me then I punch his face. He stumbles a bit away from me while I wipe the saliva off my lip and push my mask proper place and glare at him. What the fuck?! That son of b!tch kisses me! It must be a joke. Some sick twisted joke. He loves Jennifer, I know he did. I remember they were happy before that bastard sudden move. So, i-t got to be some joke. Yea, it should be.

Luke looking confused, "Jonathan." He whispers carefully held his bruise. The streetlight reflects the redness spread among his cheek. He reaches out toward me.

"I don't want your pity love." I hear Brock wince while Lui whispers something inaudible through the tooth.

Luke take in a sharp intake as his expression darken his hand lower, "What did my old ma-"

"Delirious!" Luke and I turn to see the gang coming to our ways through the parking lot. Damn bastard. Stalling me. Too long. I fast-paced toward my car while Luke follows behind me. I don't have time for this bullsh!t.

Luke grab on my wrist pulling me back, "Jonathan."

I glare at him tugging my wrist back. Are you serious? We hear the gang voice become louder and closer while this bastard prevents me from leaving. I have no time for this dealing with this b!tch and them. There is no way in hell I'm going to explain this gay ass outfit. I know they will never let this down. I raise my free fist threateningly and Luke tighten his grips on my wrist.

"You asshole! Let go!" I tug my arm again. Luke tighten his grips on my wrist almost to bruise. "Do you want a matching set?" I got to go. Now.

Luke looks a bit hesitant and worry shakes his head, "Jonathan." He whispers looking conflict, he wanted me to stay and say something. "He's wr-"