We went to the cinema to watch a horror and I was sitting next to Maggie and Lucas and Lucas was sitting with me and Saby.
The movie was very scary and sometimes I covered my eyes, okay, okay maybe more than sometimes, and it happened that in a scary scene I gave a slap to Maggie and to hide my face I turned to Lucas, so I lay my head on his shoulder.
When the movie finished, Lucas walked in the same time as I.
" so, how was my shoulder?"" idiot" I said, he laughed and ran after Sabrina.
But I must say that his shoulder was very soft and....okay, stop.
Then we went to eat a kebab, I took the biggest and everybody was looking at me like at an idiot.
" you eating that?" Asked Maggie.
" that's a big kebab!" Said Saby.
" I'll take the same, there's never too much food" said Lucas.
We were all eating and having fun and everything, till I saw Tress smoking outside the window with her " gang".
" ehem, Lucas, would like to see Tress right now?"
" why?" He asked.
" because, she's outside" I said and he started to look outside the window.
" I don't want to see her right now"
" I think she saw you" said Maggie and Tress was coming right to us, then she was behind Lucas and she started to kiss his neck.
" hi Tress" said Lucas.
" why don't you call me darling, darling?"
" we need to talk" said Lucas and took her a little away from us, but we could still see them.
They were talking, talking and then BUM! She slapped him and walked nervous till she came to us and said:
" I know you told him to do it you sl*ts!"
And walked angry away.Lucas came to us with a red cheek and scratches.
" what happened?" I asked, Saby stood up and put a piece of paper on his cheek.
" I finished with her" he said, and he smiled.
Then all of us went home, but Lucas tool me to the door of my house.
" okay, so...have a nice evening"
He said nervous." come inside, we'll put something on your cheel"
"Okay" he smiled.
He entered and my mom started to spy us, I took him to the bathroom and gave him a cream on his face.
" why did you leave her?" I said while applying the cream.
" she's not my type"
" and who's your type?" I asked while washing my hands.
" do you have a teddy bear?"
" yes?"
" so that's really, really, really! Not my type" we laughed, I helped him out and he went home.
I started to thing about Tress, I was scared about what was she capable to do.
Why was he talking like that?
Discover in the next chapter.
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fighting for Life
Short Storylife is like a movie, when you'll think something's fine, it ruins everything.