He's a Fighter & I'm a Runner

THIRTEEN

I didn't know what to wear. Since it's cold I probably should wear something a bit warmer, but I wanted to also look good for Luke. Ugh, why am I like this with him?

In the end, I decided on a grey v-neck t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black leather ankle booties, and a black leather jacket. I sort of look like a badass, but this type of style is trendy in the city.

You know, because it's always freezing, so you've got to look sexy somehow.

I noticed I had fifteen minutes until Luke arrived, so I went downstairs to make sure everything is locked. My dad won't be home for two days since he's flying from Albany to Seattle and back.

I heard the doorbell and quickly made my way to get it. I opened it to see Luke standing there in jeans, a navy v-neck, and leather jacket. We were almost matching.

"Come in." I said, opening the door wider. He stepped inside, and I closed the door.

"Give me a second. I need to grab my phone." I quickly rushed to my room and unplugged my phone for the charger. 99%. Damn.

It flashed the screen when I unplugged it and saw a text from my mother. As I made my way downstairs, I read the text.

I want to talk to you again. I won't stop until you come back. I don't want to send some friends to get you, do you?

I frowned. I reread it over and over. Was she serious? She must be joking, come on.

"You ready?" Luke asked. I looked up to see him a few feet away.

"Oh, um...yeah." I mumbled as I locked my phone and put it in a pocket, his eyes suspiciously eyeing my phone as I did so.

He led me out to his car and opened the door for me. I loved this car. The roar of the Mustang instantly had me in a better mood after the text.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The ring."

"Why? Are we going to see a fight?" I asked, getting excited.

"You're going to see a fight." He clarified.

"Where are you going?"

"The ring." He casually replied.

"What?!" I yelled. "You fight?"

"You see me almost every morning at the training center." He chuckled.

"Well, I didn't know you actually fought." I mumbled.

"Well, I do. Maybe I'll teach you sometime. Do you like to fight?" He asked.

"No. I'm like most girls and don't like to do it. It's a nice workout, but punching people isn't for me. I like to run if you can't tell." I teased.

"I thought so. You don't seem like the violent type. So you like to run away from your problems instead of confronting them?"

"You have no idea." I mumbled.

Once we got there, I saw all the boys hanging out. I widened my eyes. "They know?" I asked Luke.

"Yeah."

"What about Rachel and Sera?"

"No. They don't. Daniel thought it was best to not tell them. I understand why. I didn't want to tell you either, but I needed to." He explained. I nodded, and we made our way to the guys.

"Hey, Lila!" They all cheered.

"Okay, you stay with one of them at all times." Luke told me like a parent would to a five year old. I nodded.