Different

Chapter 27

I can't believe it. Yesterday this book had 7k views and when I woke up, it was at 10.2k. This is crazy. I never thought anyone would ever read a book that I wrote. I love you guys so much!<3

Jack's POV is in the next chapter. I know I said it will be at the 30th but I'm super excited.  ;)

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My entire life literally flashes in front of my eyes. All I see is red. Of course, I can't take my anger out on Luke, since he's half dead, the closest person around is of course, Nicki. I don't even know what she meant by what she said. I don't really care right now. I want to crack her scalp open.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" I yell and tackle her on the ground. I don't even care that there are people around. I want to kill her.

So I did.

She was dead to me. Officially dead. And trust me, when you're dead to me, I'm not playing it nice anymore. So I didnt care how much I hurt her. I just kept on hitting and hitting her. Well, I did get hit back too, but my adrenaline was so high that time, I didn't feel anything.

She finally gets up, "no wonder Luke doesn't want you," she smirks, wiping the blood off of her face. Suddenly, she grabs a metal chair, hitting my ankle with it, spraining it. I let out a loud whimper and fall to the ground. Nicki looks around and quickly runs away.

I look around, seeing every single person in the room, looking at me. The adrenaline is wearing off and the pain is getting higher by the second. A nurse quickly runs to me, getting me on a hospital bed, taking me to a room. The doctor puts my ankle back in place and I end up in the same room as Luke. Which is, as you can imagine, awkward.

I don't talk or even look at him. I am so angry at him right now. What did she even mean by 'Ella said that you felt great the other day'? Surely, he isn't cheating on me, right? He wouldn't do that to me.

"It's not what you think, you know," Luke sighs after a while, breaking the silence. I don't look at him. I just stare at the blank, white wall.

"And what am I thinking?" I snap, turning my head. It's funny how before I met him, I was never angry. Maybe at my mom, but not like that. He can get me boiling in a second and I despise that.

"You're probably thinking that I'm a bad person and a cheater and probably some other things," he starts rambling and I roll my eyes at him. He sees that, so he stops. "My point is, I'm not a cheater. Ella fell yesterday and I helped her get up. After I did, she felt my muscles and said that I feel good. That my muscles feel good. I pushed her off and left. That's the story," he sighs, "if you don't believe me, then it's okay, I don't expect you to." He looks at me with such sadness in his eyes.

He can't possibly be lying. Right? His eyes wouldn't look so sad and pure.

Sighing deeply, "okay," I say and he smiles widely. I love his teeth. They're so pretty! And white. I stare at his smile for a while and then catch myself doing it, so I stop, shaking my head.

"You believe me?" He sighs. Honestly Luke, it should be obvious by now. I believe you stuff I normally wouldn't believe anyone.

I nod and he shakes his arms up in the air, as if he was holding a trophy, "I would kiss you, but you know..," he eyes my bed and his and I laugh, nodding.

After a while, I need to open the window, since there isn't any oxygen in the room. Slowly getting up and grabbing the crutches, I walk up to the window. As I open it, I see a familiar matte black car parked in front of the building.

It's just a coincidence. Haha. Don't worry Emma. A lot of people have black cars.

I take out my phone, writing down the registration number. "What are you doing?" Luke asks me and I shrug, "just have to text dad," I smile and he nods.