Bad Boy, Good Boy (boyxboy)

4 - hello unlikely offers

A/N: This is a shorter one, because I had kind of a writer's block. Now I'm (I think) back on track, but I needed to finish this chapter, so I could craft the next one which will hopefully be a masterpiece (no guarantees, I haven't started writing it, but I am going to in a matter of minutes). 

Thank you everyone still reading and voting and commenting. I've lost some readers on the way, probably because this story is too long(?? idk, it doesn't seem long to me), but I am very fortunate to have all of you (and there's quite a lot of you) who still come visit me here. Love you guys! 

Happy reading x)

chapter 4 - hello unlikely offers

Friday welcomes me with a headache.

There books lying around everywhere in my room. But tonight will not be dedicated to studying. I'm picking up Nolan and driving us to this mystery address Marcus texted me at the beginning of this week.

We were too busy to meet after Tuesday. Nolan was still tending to his bruises, while I was burying myself in lectures and notebooks, and occasionally my laptop. All the faces round campus were not that strange any more. I could easily pinpoint where I had seen them before, either in some class or in a corridor or even the store, which I visited frequently.

My car smells like blood, but I'm probably imagining it.

Nolan walks toward me and lands on the passenger seat. "Hey," he says and kisses me, and when he notices my worried expression, he smiles. "I'm not going to fight tonight."

I should feel relieved, but there's still a knot in my stomach. It would be easier to cut it, rather than to untangle it. "I need you to warn me, okay?" I say and pull onto the road. "I don't like these kind of surprises. I hate to see you hurt–"

"–but I'm fine!" he insists. "This isn't my first rodeo."

I grip the wheel. "It is with me. And I need to mentally prepare myself. I know you'll be fine, and that you're strong and capable...But I need you to tell me because of me."

"Alright. Okay. I'm sorry." He touches my hand on the wheel.

"No, I'm sorry," I say, and sigh. "I'm tense. We agreed to this. Both of us. I need to get over it."

It's likely that I'm moody because of driving to some unknown place. And I still don't trust Marcus. Maybe this isn't a good surprise he has. And I'm moody because college is nothing like I imagined.

Oh, Luke, what did you imagine, no studying? No, obviously not that. I knew I would be studying more than I would like, and I'm okay with that, but all that theory is making my head explode. I need to do something practical. I need to be more in control.

"Well, I guess we shouldn't judge a book by its cover..." Nolan trails off, unbuckling the seatbelt. He's staring at the building. It doesn't look that horrible, not like the ghost mansion we went to when Sam called me. This one looks a bit more decent.

The door is ajar. Is this a trap?

But when we step inside, it takes us by surprise. There was no sign outside, but it seems like a club. Marcus pushes away from the bar and walks toward us, arms spread out as if he were asking us to bend the knee for him. But he's no king.

On second thought, he kind of is. But not my king (even though I am serving him). "Guess you could say this is our fight club," he says and chuckles, glancing around in the dim room. "Needs some work. Lots of it." He turns to us. "But next week..." He points his finger at Nolan. "If you're ready, then next week."