Babygirl || Lucky B Smith

2.05

"So what'd you guys do?" Isabel grinned as she dangled a spoon between her fingers.

"Looked like it must have been pretty messy." Marcus laughed and luke glared at him, the painkillers must be rubbing off...

"Ew Marcus don't be inmature," Sebastian said, he leanened back in his seat beside Kate.

"or at least don't say it so loud." the group chuckled except for Lucky who stared at his uneaten spaghetti.

"so how was it Luke? Ya know since your a virgin and all," Marcus hinted toward Luke, on eyebrow crooked eyes wise and a smirk on his lips showing how good he was at pushing lukes buttons. Lukes face was red as everyone laughed along wish the push. He glanced over at me and I shook my head, cmon Luke, stay strong.

"I bet shes pregnant again." Isabel smirked, Lucky stood up and took his full plate to the counter,

"i don't think that's you place to say that Isabel." Lucky spoke calmly as he dumped his pasta into the trash.

"is it yours?" She fired back. Lucky frowned and Marcus made the words "sorry" without speaking to lucky.

"Luke you must be pretty rough considering all those bruises on her body." I honestly wanted to cry aren't these supposed to be my friends?

"Well he is a hockey player it gets physical out there," Marcus smirked going on,

"And I guess it got pretty physical in bed too-"

Luke slammed his water glass on the table so hard it echoed throughout the house.

"Fuck you guys don't know when to shut up, We didn't have sex!" he yelled at them,

"how do you explain the hickeys?" Lucky asked his eyes meeting mine.

"That's not my place to talk." Luke said as he gathered his still pretty full plate too.

"i got a broken nose from being punched and not by Andrea, if you want to know what happened to her, ask her. This isn't my problem." Luke muttered and sat on the couch.

"Luke!" I cried out as they stared at me if I'm some sort of disgusting whore.

"Woah woah wait hold on," lucky started as he met back at the table his sleeves pushed up and his palms flat against the wood leaning toward me his eyes glaring into mine.

"I don't want to talk about it." I mumbled as they rolled their eyes.

"Just believe me, I didn't do anything wrong." I said before leaving the room.

     I sat out of the balcony wrapped in a blanket with a glass of wine I was sipping frequently watching the ski resort with all the lights and the people.
     It was night now and everyone had begun to go back to their own drama and ignore me politely.
      That was until Lucky came out. He gave a sympathetic smile and sat in the chair beside me. His eyes traveled slowly from me to the ski resort where the people were still skiing at 11 pm on a Sunday. Is that even allowed?
"What happened to us Andy?" He asked as he stared at me with his eyebrows pulled together and his expression full of exhaustion and failure.
"I was pregnant and our baby died the moment we started to look forward to it." I mumbled staring at the red wine swirling around the glass, I tried to refocus myself on the liquid dancing around the glass as it slowed and quickened with the angle my wrist was giving, I really tried. But when he placed his hand on mine I stopped and the wine levelled out as well.
"I want what we had."
"Well were still the same people lucky." I set down my glass.
"I want what we were before you were pregnant." He poured,
"I want the inside jokes and constant laughter," he poured,
"I want to know everything about you Andrea, I want to be the first person you tell everything to," he poured,
"I want to stare at you and think about how lucky I am to be so close to a girl like you." He poured,
"I want to be madly In love with you and you still to not have a clue." He poured,
"Luck-"
"Because when you didn't have a clue you loved me more than you love me now." And then he over poured. It was like Lucky was pouring his feelings into a glass and I was supposed to drink that, though I couldn't drink that much in one sitting.
"you can't turn back time."
Lucky stared at me with doubt.
"Maybe your not the Andrea I fell for after all." He stood up, heartbroken.
"My Andrea left when my baby left." Lucky closed the glass door behind him and I stared out over the mountains that were barely visible in the darkness.
Maybe he's right.