Accidentally Delinquent

Chapter 11

"Seriously Belle?" Mitchel asks me in disbelief as Hannah shakes her head in the background

"I'm sorry okay? I was angry and I didn't know that he had a past! It was just too cliche." I sigh exasperatedly, throwing my hands up in the air to make my point clearer.

"That isn't the point! You got angry over him acting like he knows you, yet you did the same thing he did—you acted like you knew him!" Hannah yells almost angrily, but he puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder and she visibly calms down.

"Listen, I've known Luke my entire life. I know everything about him from A to Z and what you did was not cool." she explains, then continues "And he's right. If you were living the life he's living right now, you'd have committed suicide long ago."

I didn't know what to say to this.

I know what I did was wrong, and I felt extremely fuilty despite my hatred for him.

Don't get me wrong, I was still mad at him for what he did, but I knew I went overboard and had to apologize.

Whatever it was, Hannah seemed so sad talking about his past that I didn't even want to know what happened. All I knew was, I had to apologize, and I had to do it now.

"I have to go." was all I said before quickly grabbing my coat and walking out, slamming the door shut.

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Looking for Luke was actually harder than I thought.

I checked his dorm room, but he wasn't there, I checked the rooftop, but he wasn't there either.

I'm pretty sure I've check the entire school by now, but I never found him.

I finally give up after another half hour trying to search for him and head to the nearest staircase and sit on the edge of a step, fiddling with my fingers and trying to keep myself as entertained as possible while waitfing for Luke.

I wonder where he could be.

"Hey!" a voice from the bottom of the stairs says, and I jolt up in shock.

Before I could do anything, I notice that he was one of the guard of the school. I was in the fourth floor, meaning this floor was pretty dangerous so I guess that's why the guards were here.

He looked a little over 6'6 and his figure was way too muscular and rigid. His face was dead serious and his body rested in a way that seemed like he was ready to attack, always.

"You're supposed to be in your dorm." he says to me, his voice extremely deep and muscular.

"I'm actually not from the fourth floor, so I'll just go right back down and I'll be out of your hair."

He gives me a humourless chuckle "They've all used that excuse."

"You're the Tanner girl."

And with that, he throws me over his shoulder with one hand.

Caught by surprise, I gasped loudly but quickly regained composure as I tried to free myself from his firm grasp.

As he walked, his shoulder swayed alongside his body, making it lightly jab my stomach everyonce in a while.

He finally found a door that he thought was mine, opened the door, walked me to a randome room and he literally just dropped me on the floor like I was a hot potato

"You asshole!" I yell at the top of my lungs, but he doesn't seem the least bit fazed or bothered by the fact that I just cursed at him.

As I look around, from the colorless walls to the unpainted and undecorated furniture and realize that no one probably lives in this dorm.

After that realization, I reach for my phone and dial Mitchel's number, half expecting him to answer, but he declined my call.

Ass.

I tried Hannah's cell, but she too declined my call.

I draw my eyebrows together in confusion, and mumble to myself. "Are they really still mad at me?"

Since I didn't want to call Luke, I attempted to get out of this dorm, but the guard that practically threw me in here was watching my door.

"Hey, this really isn't my dorm!" I yell at him, growing frustrated at the situation "I was just trying to look for someone."

"I've been here ten years, little girl. And that excuse got old." he chuckles, and turns away from me, slamming the door in my face.

I groaned in frustration as I angrily pulled out my phone and dialed Luke's number, unable to think of a better idea.

It was ringing. And I could practically feel the pounding of my chest. Why was I nervous?

"Get your shit together, Belle." I curse at myself as my nervousness was increasing.

"Hello?" Luke's voice, although seemingly annoyed, on the other end of the line seemed to have calmed me down as the pounding of my chest relaxes.

"Luke? It's Belle."

He grunts over the phone , "I'm hanging up." he answers rudely, and I roll my eyes.

"I went to look for you, to apologize. And now I'm stuck in the fourth floor in room 653  with an idiot guard watching me, thinking I'm one of the superior delinquents or something."

He chuckles lowly, but it was cut off by his intense breathing. It seemed like he was scared.

"Did you say room 653?" He asked, and I answered.

"Listen to me, Belle. I'm going to go there but you have to hide." his voice rose panick in me, but I obliged, finding the nearest closet and hiding in it.

"Why?" I ask, my voice slightly cracking in fear.

"Someone lives there and he is very dangerous." his breathing hitches and now I could tell he was running.

"Don't move. Wait for me."

And with that, I was stuck hiding in a closet with dirty clothes and fear in my chest. And he ended the call.

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-Ashley