Taitha has a great start to her sophomore year in college. She finally knows and is comfortable with her campus layout. Her college is small, so she knows about everyone, except Lukus. Lukus is the new janitor on campus and he is also all anyone can...
Above is what Lukus looks like. Just imagine him with an rougher apperence. He has a eyebrow scar. A nose ring, bridge piercing and Ashley piercing. (Ashley piercing below.)
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He also has other piercing scars and feckles. Keep that in mind. I can't stop thinking about him...His sharp jawline and cheekbones. His gorgeous blue eyes and plump lips. His bushy eyebrows and messy hair. The small freckles that cascade his face. Lukus. I've been talking to him everyday for two weeks. By talking I mean the ever so casual "How are you today." As I pass him in the hallway. Or when he comes to empty the trash cans in the library. I work in the library and have since freshmen year. I enjoy the quite setting. It's just about my lunch time when he walks in. He holds a book in his large hands. He walks up to the counter with a small smile on his face, a dimple in his cheek. "Uh, hey." He says, handing me the book. I take it slowly, noticing a small black cross on his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. I smile, "Did you like it?" He frowns and rubs the back of his neck. "Good plot, bad ending." Nodding I put the book on the metal book cart. "Yeah the ending sucks." He nods at me. "Have any recommendations?" Getting excited, I nod again. The book I have in mind is perfect for him. It can hopefully relate to him.... it's about a murderer. "I have the perfect thing, written by the same author too." Kneeling behind the counter I remember seeing the book on the shelf waiting to be put away. I find it and stand back up. "Hey, I think you'll love it.... well I hope you do." I laugh, a blush creeps across my cheeks. He takes the book from me, his pinky finger brushes against the side of my hand. I feel butterflies. Lukus examines the book for a minute before speaking. "Looks good, yeh? Thank you." I smile agian, then look at the clock. It is break time and I have an idea. "Your on your break right?" He looks at me for a moment. "Yeh. Got 30 minutes." Usually for lunch I go to Mark's Subs. I figure he could eat. "Come to lunch with me? I get bored eating alone." My voice is soft and almost child-like. He doesn't say anything just looks at me almost with a confused expression. I wait for him to answer, hoping he says yes. "I...I don't really eat," I frown. "What do you mean." He sighs, twisting his hands together. "Sometimes I can't afford to eat. So I wait until later or something." He mumbles the last little bit. Wow, I don't know what to say. That's sad he misses a meal because he can't pay. Today is different. I'll buy him lunch. "It's fine, I want to pay. My treat?" His head shoots up, his face full of shock. "No...I'm not..." "Please." I beg, I don't know why, but I really want him to come. I enjoy talking to him. "I just thought we could talk, I know you have to be hungry." He shakes his head, but says yes. We walk in Mark's Subs and get in line. I ask what kind he likes and he says Italian Subs are his fave. "Mine too, I'll get two footlong Italian subs, two large drinks and two of your bags of chips." Jared, the boy who always takes my order smiles, "Anything for you, miss." Once we have our food we sit at the window seat in the middle of the sub place. We eagerly open up our subs and take a bite. Lukus groans a little and I giggle. "Sorry, sometimes I make love noises to my food." I smile saying, "That means it's good, right?" He nods, taking another bite. He chews with his mouth closed, lips pressed together, left cheek full. We sit in silence for a bit, just eating our great food, but the silence isn't awkward, it is peaceful. "Thank you." His voice is light and raspy, very thick with his accent. "Oh no problem. I figured we both could use a nice break. I see how hard you work. I also see how sad you can be. Though when you come in the library you seem happy." Lukus looks at me as if he is studying my face, I feel a bit nervous. "I'm sad most of the time. I try to read a lot because it's an escape." I lean in a little closer, sipping on my lemonade. "Escape from what?" He sighs and leans in closer to me. "Back in Ireland I was a rough kid, I drank my weight, smoked my age, and got into tons of trouble with me parents and the police. I'd come home talking out of my ass, either high or drunk. I'd sleep with anyone sluty enough for me and regret it in the morning. I've done a lot of shity things I regret.....but I don't regret what people think I should, what people hate me for." He laughs uncomfortably. "I'm not as bad as you may think...." With everything he says, I cant help but feel sorry for him, I don't know his whole story but right now, even though he doesn't regret it, I don't think he is a bad. Maybe I don't know what to think. "I never said I thought you are bad. I don't know what you are or how you are. I don't know you......" But I want to, I think in my head. "Why do you treat me so kind?" Leaning back I cross my arms. "I just don't think you should be treated like shit, you made a mistake." " It wasn't a mistake." He chimes in. I wave my hand. "Okay. Why don't you regret it?" He takes a deep breath and intertwines his fingers, holding his own hands. "I don't trust a lot of people." He starts, but I finish. "Then why are you telling me...." "I'm telling you because for some reason, I care what you think." I lean back in, even more interested. Why does he care? "I killed those people because they killed my little girl."
