❝ 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴
𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 ❞
OR
in which luke has been hiding his
innocent roommate from the race
tra...
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( chapter seven: alleys & break ups )
"eric?"
"hey calum."
naya's eyes fell down to calum's closed fists, worry rising inside of her like a tsunami wave. she reached down to hold his fist inside her hand in an attempt to calm the racer down.
calum ripped his hand away from the little girl, moving past her and to the smirking creep behind her. ashton was stood up now too, a heated glare on his face. luke and nimra were still kissing, only breaking apart when ashton kicked luke's leg roughly.
"dude what the fuck is your—is that eric?" luke hemmings' tone became so suddenly angry that naya could've sworn she had imagined it. and she didn't like it.
"what is happening?" she asked in utter confusion.
who was eric? how did calum know him? how did ash and luke know him? why was michael sleeping on the floor?
fiona was in the back, watching the scene intently with joey at her side. naya envied her, wishing she wasn't in the middle of such a situation.
nimra slid off her boyfriend's lap to stand beside naya, luke going to stand in front of them both.
"right babe?" mister creep matched naya's tone. "the fuck is their problem?" he asked sarcastically, his eyes never leaving calum's.
"you fucking—"
"now now hemmings, language."
"i'm gonna—"
"you're gonna what?" mister creep spat. "hide behind your boyfriend?" he looked at calum with mock fear, holding his hands up dramatically.
"leave, now."
calum's words were simple, but his tone was cold and warning.
eric didn't seem to like that suggestion, scoffing and glaring at calum.
his eyes travelled the room, the man's shoulder's falling ever so slightly at the realisation that he was extremely outnumbered.
naya never thought about why the man came every night, too busy stressing over his frightening stares. now though, she was full of questions as eric pushed past calum, knocking his shoulder and mumbling something to the racer before leaving the grill.
