Pure Belleza | ✔️

(1)

"Lucas!"

Keep walking.

"Lucas!"

She'll give up.

"Lucas fucking Lahey!"

"Fuck, what?!"

I spun around and came face to face with Saturday night. Or Reece, as she liked to be called. I should have known she'd want a follow up.

"You didn't call me last night. You said you would," she folded her pale white arms across her chest, plumping her cleavage. 

I exhaled. "Sunday night is family night. Sorry."

"I know for a fact your parents are out of town, Lucas," she pushed her red hair behind her shoulder. "They're all over social media, remember."

Famous fuckers.

"I have other family," I said and turned to head into the school gym.

She gripped my arm and I flinched as her finger nails dug into the fresh ink underneath my school shirt. "Lucas just be straight with me, were you ever planning to call?"

I hated to be an asshole, but I figured I might as well get it over with. She'd keep following me around if I didn't rip the band aid off. "No. I wasn't. I had fun though. I'll be sure to give good references if anyone asks."

"You are such a piece of shit," she snapped. I turned around and gave her a wave over my shoulder. It's not like I promised her a follow up when she was throwing herself at me during out back to school party over the weekend. By some miracle, Mom and Dad hadn't caught wind of it. It was a damn good night though. No regrets if they did find out.

I went into the gym, football season was just a few weeks from now and I couldn't wait to get back out there. I'd been training all summer and this was it. Senior. Scouts. The whole lot. I needed to make an impact.

Dad was convinced I'd inherited our family's skill set. Despite the fact that I'd broken tradition and taken up a linebacker position instead of quarter back. Just like he was. And his dad was. And his grandfather was. He was still proud and that was what mattered.

He retired from the NFL not too long ago. But he'd taken up a coaches position for the Dallas Cowboys. His team. The team I wanted to play for.

After I'd changed into a t-shirt and shorts, I met the team out on the field. Coach was chatting with a couple of the boys. Max and our best friend Flynn were throwing the ball back and forth. And then for some fucking unknown reason, Abby was standing beside the bleachers, twisting her blonde hair around her finger while she talked to Shane.

It seemed people had forgotten the drill over summer.

Abby flinched when she saw me approaching. Dumbass picked a terrible spot to flirt if she didn't want me to find out.

"What are you doing out here?"

She shot me an unwelcoming scowl and Shane dropped his stupid smile when he peered over his shoulder and saw me standing behind him.

"This is the field Lucas. It's lunch time. I'm free to be where I want."

"Chill man," Shane put a hand on my shoulder and I stared at it with disgust. Bastard constantly has his dick in his hands. "I was just telling her I saw her photo on the cover of um— wha—"

"Cosmopolitan," Abby informed him.

"Yeah that's the one."

"Cool," I scoffed and shrugged his hand off. "Stop picturing my sister naked before I fork your fucking eyeballs out."