Bad Girl Bad Boy

Eleven: Bad boy, Sad boy

Thomas Sangster everybody. hes sooo cute tho.. anyway, on with the chapter

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I slowly knocked on his door. But he didn't hear me, so I knocked again and the door opened wider. Luca looked up at me with emotionless eyes.

I gulped," Hey, Luca. You okay?" He didn't respond, just took another swing of whiskey. I walked into the room and leaned on the closed door. "Luca?" This was probably the first time that I called him by his name.

I walked closer to him and sat on his bench next to him. He just looked at me like a sad caged animal.

He was about to take another hit of his whiskey, but I held the neck of the bottle and whispered, "Stop."

He turned his face to look at me. His eyes were deeper that the ocean and I felt like I was drowning in sadness. The pain surfaced on his face, was a rare sight. Luca always masked his feelings. But now, I felt like I could see the real emotion behind them. I pulled the bottle towards me and he let me. After loosening his grip on the bottle, I placed it on the other side of the cushioned bench.

He tilted his head and I knew at that moment that he was clearly out of it. He had downed half the bottle before I came in and I refused to let him drink more. No matter what he did or said to me, I couldn't let another human suffer pain in front of my eyes.

"I don't understand you. No matter what, I'm always the jerk in your eyes. Maybe i deserve it. I deserve for the world to hate me.." He stuttered.

His eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Something terrible had happened to this boy that made him grow into the man he is. I stood up and held his hands. "Come on, lets get you into bed. You are really out of it. I'm kinda glad you wont remember this." I wrapped my arm around his waist and wobbled towards his bed. I sat him down on the edge of his bed and sat down beside him.

I was about to leave, when he kicked off his boots and lay his head on my legs with his nose pressed in my stomach.

My eyes widened as my breath hitched in my throat. He was so close. So very close to me. He wrapped his strong arm around my waist and i stopped breathing.

He murmured something that i couldn't understand, but i swear it sounded something like, 'smells so good.' I looked at his sleeping face and caressed his cheek. He had better cheekbones than me, and his jaw could cut butter. I absentmindedly started stroking his hair. So soft.

After about 15 minutes, I detangled myself from him with great difficulty. I shut his door slowly and tiptoed towards Ariana's room to get my stuff.

I made my way downstairs to leave and say goodbye to Ariana, but she was nowhere in sight.

I saw the kitchen door open and walked in. She was on the phone with someone.

Once I got her attention, I waved and mouthed goodbye to her. She smiled and gave me a flying kiss and got back to her call.

I shut the main door and made my way home exhausted.

Watching Luca like that really changed my viewpoint of him.

Something terrible had happened to him, and i wanted to find out.

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The next day, I was at my locker, which seemed to be the prime spot where Luca targeted me.

Today was not different. I felt his presence behind me and I hoped to god he didn't remember.

I tried acting nonchalant, "What now? Here to sprout some nonsense about people that died? Its getting old." I expected him to counter back, but he just stayed silent. I turned towards him after shutting my locker. He had a blank face, but I saw a weird emotion in his eyes which I could quite put a finger on.

I narrowed my eyes, "Or maybe its the fact that you havnt seen my for days. Were you polishing your verbal assault game?"

He chuckled. My eyes widened. He just let out a chuckle! "Do you always do that?" He asked with a smile on his face. "Is your defence mechanism that strong? Do you always mask all your feelings with anger and hatred for everyone?" He asked in a tone that sent shivers down my spine. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Then it clicked.

He knew. He remembered what happened yesterday.

"I have to go," I said under my breath as I tried to leave. Tried. He was quick to wind is hand around my arm and pulled my closer to him. He tilted his head, "Are you just going to walk away, like you didn't help me yesterday? Like I didn't sleep like a fucking baby while nuzzling your stomach?" His tone was soft compared to his harsh words. I closed my eyes.

Wonder. The other emotion in his eyes was wonder.

"I have class. I cant deal with this right now." I said as I tried to wretch my arm out of his long fingers.

He shook his head, "Classes start after 20 minutes. What other excuse do you have?" He took a step closer.

I grit my teeth, "Let me go or I'll scream bloody murder." I turned, but his hand didn't drop from my arm. This caused my jacket to expose my shoulder and a part of my tattoo.

"You have a tattoo?" His voice sounded shocked. "I want to see it." He said stubbornly.

I turned and yanked my hand from his grip finally freeing it. "You will have a talk with my fucking fist if you don't back off." I seethed.

He didn't get mad, he lifted both his hands in surrender and said, "I'll see you around. Ne me déteste pas trop. At least try."

Its safe to say that I didn't catch a single word of what he said. All i knew, is that he remembered what happened yesterday. And that was going to cause a sea of problems for me.

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