The New Girl & The Bad Boy

18-Getting the Guy

Chapter 18

"Why aren't you on your way to the train station?" Tyler's voice came through the machine.

"I am," I said.

"No you are not you are in a car unless you can walk 60 miles an hour in the wrong direction. Now tell me sweetheart who is driving?" Lucas hung up the phone and then threw it out the window.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. I was confused why was he upset I was the one who no longer had a phone.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked more than a little upset.

"He was tracking you, and if he was tracking you God only knows who else he could be having followed," Lucas said. Shit.

"Who else do you think he would have followed?" I asked now extremely worried as different scenarios flew past my eyes. It wouldn't be hard to follow us, how many things had we discussed openly in the Cafe? How many of those booths had been empty again? How many cell phones bugged? The possibilities ate at me as I thought of them all.

"Honestly? My Dad is a thorough guy; so most likely everyone," Lucas said, he said it as if it were casual, as if he didn't just say that a kidnapper slash drug dealer was having people I knew followed.

"How can you just be okay with this?" I asked him. I wanted him to react it would make me feel better about the fact that all I wanted to do right now was punch something. To think I had judged Lucas for his anger in the past and yet he was more controlled than I was.

"You think I am okay with this?" the tone in his voice let me know that maybe he wasn't doing as well as I had led myself to believe.

"You seem pretty fine with it!" I said as I looked out the window trying to look at anything but him.

"I am not fine, but I am trying to be sensible because nothing is going to change at this point if I react. I have to make things change," he said to me. Who knew the guy who threw occasional temper tantrums could think like that. Let alone say it aloud.

"How is that working for you?" I asked. I was trying to make conversation because at the moment all silence was awkward silence, and my right pocket felt unusually empty without my phone sitting in it.

"Not well. Distract me," he said as he kept his eyes on the road.

"Why did you go back?" I asked him. He sighed and shook his head. I was about to ask him something else instead but he stared talking, and. didn't plan on interrupting.

"I went back because the only reason your brothers were doing 'that' was that my dad sent them threats," he said. I had to admit I was lost, like pretty little liars who the hell is A kind of lost.

"I don't see the connection," I said and the look he shot me said I wasn't finished yet, so I sent him on eerie that said Okay okay calm yourself. Judging by the fact that he had to cough to hide laughter though, I probably looked constipated.

"They were sending them threats about you. When I found out I was sent a letter by my Dad saying if I did the things he asked of me he would leave them alone. After you got mad at me I tried to keep them safe and not do what he asked and look where it got us."

"Oh so you are pinning this on me then?" I asked. Who did he think he was acussing me of all of our issues.

"No, but if you let me explain-"

"Don't you dare even go there!" I stated clearly not pleased with where he was taking this. He could not pin this on me! Okay maybe I wasn't very good at distracting people...