Double Star

5 : Brother And Sister.

PoV Sarah:

I stared at him not knowing what to do. He was tall with tattoos all along his arms, his tanned skin and dark eyes made him more terrifying in the dark of the night. He kept staring at me, amused. My hands became sweaty and my breathing heavy. I wanted to move back, take my legs, and run but my body seemed frozen and my feet wouldn't move because of the fear.

"What's a cute girl like you doing out here all by herself?" he finally asked.

I didn't answer him, I was just standing there looking at him and waiting for his next move.

He frowned and came closer to me as I took a step back instinctively. Suddenly, he gave me his hand to shake.

"I'm Matthew". Should I answer him? He seemed to be nice but I don't know him, what if he was a rapist? I cursed myself for asking Luke to bring me my phone and leave me alone in the woods.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you". He read my mind, and for some reason, he reassured me. As I was going to shake his hand, someone grabbed my arm tightly.

"Don't even try to touch her !". Luke glared at Matthew with shooting eyes. If eyes could kill, I think that he wouldn't be alive now, but he didn't seem to care about that, he just smiled archly at Luke.

"Oh, Luke my old friend! Long time no see! ". He said with an ironic tone, always with that smirk on his face. Do they know each other? They don't seem to be friends though. Without a warning, Luke pulled me by the arm and dragged me away from him. I guess I'll never have my picture, after all.

Once in the car, Luke stayed silent, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, his stare fixed straight ahead. I didn't dare to say anything at first.

After a few minutes, he exhaled sharply and glanced at me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said softly, but my voice sounded less certain than I intended.

"Good." He nodded, then returned his focus to the road. The tension in the car was suffocating.

"Who was he?" I finally asked, unable to hold back any longer.

Luke's grip on the steering wheel tightened again, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn't answer. Then, in a low voice, he said, "Someone you shouldn't worry about."

"That's not an answer," I shot back.

He sighed, his eyes briefly flicking toward me. "Matthew and I have... history. Let's leave it at that."

I frowned but decided not to push further. Whatever their "history" was, it clearly wasn't good.

"Next time, don't wander off alone," he added, his tone softer but still firm. "It's dangerous."

I crossed my arms. "I didn't plan to. You're the one who left me out there."

His lips twitched into a faint smile. "Fair point. I'll take the blame this time."
For a moment, the tension lifted, replaced by a strange warmth.

"I'm hungry. Invite me to dinner," I said, breaking the silence.

Luke turned to me, eyebrows raised, his expression hovering between confusion and disbelief.

"Are you a gold digger?" he asked, frowning like he was genuinely pondering the possibility.

I shot him a glare. "Are you serious? Don't tell me you invite girls out and expect them to pay for themselves."

"Everyone pays their fair share," he said with a casual shrug, as though it was the most obvious rule in the world.

I stared at him, speechless, trying to process what he'd just said. The sheer absurdity of his response left me dismayed. But the deadpan look on his face—the way he seemed so convinced I was the one being unreasonable—was too much. A laugh bubbled up, and before I could stop it, I burst out laughing.