When Luke speaks, his tone is hurried.
And deadly serious.
"Cole, you need to get out of your house now."
"What are you talking about?"
"Now, Cole. Get your parents and get out of there."
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I spat out blood mixed with saliva when I tumbled to the ground. The red man stood above me, laughing. "Weak." I scowled and tried to push myself off the ground, but his foot pressed into my back and pushed me back to the ground. "Pathetic human." I snarled. "Dickhead." "My, my. Someone owes the swear jar a quarter." He chuckled darkly. "Fuck you." "And another." He tsked. "Such crude language." His foot still on my back and pinning me to the ground, the man leaned down next to my ear. "You know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge." I growled and tried to flip over. "Get the fudge off me or I'm gonna fudging kill you!" "Much better. But about the killing thing, how do you hope to accomplish that? I'm in your head."
I closed my eyes and focused. Wake up, Cole. Wake up.
W a k e u p
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"Wake up!" Someone was shaking me awake. I gasped and sat up in bed, my eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness. "Luke?" "Yeah, hey." Luke said breathily. "You gave me quite the scare. You were shaking, thrashing everywhere, muttering stuff." I could make out his figure, sitting to my left and his hand on my arm. As soon as he could tell I noticed, coldness replaced the warmth of his touch. "Did you catch any of it?" I could see his outline shake his head no. I shivered, causing Luke to scramble out of bed, grab a jacket from his closet, and wrap it around me, his hands lingering on my upper arms. It was a good thing the lights were off. I could feel something there, not a presence, but a fire or a spark of one or electricity or something. Like passion, almost. A quiet one. "Hey." I looked down at my lap, crossing my legs and trying to ignore the feeling of his hands still on my biceps. But one of his hands reached up to cup my chin and gently pulled it up to look him in the eyes that I still couldn't tell the color of. "I'm here, okay? I'm right here. Nothing's gonna hurt you." And I felt myself pulled into his bare chest.
As I closed my eyes, I felt scared that for the first time, I really believed that.
But then I opened them and pulled away. "Luke, I-" "Shh. It's okay." I looked into those eyes that I trusted too much. Luke suddenly slipped his hands over my cheeks, effectively cupping my face in his hands. Our faces were inches apart. I was terrified. "Luke." I could feel his hot breath against my face. It smelled like chocolate. "Yeah?" In the spur of the moment, I had to say it. "I'm not ready." I couldn't really tell what he was thinking. But his hands released me and I awkwardly wrapped his jacket around me a little tighter. "I'll wait." Luke slipped back under the covers, turned away from me, and was almost instantly asleep. I stayed awake for a lot longer, sitting with his jacket wrapped around me and lost in my thoughts. Luke wouldn't have been my first kiss.
That was taken back in ninth grade by a boy I liked in middle school, who liked me a lot more than I realized. I had a crush on him, but he was obsessed with me.
I broke his heart.
And then, in tenth, a fuckboy smashed his lips against mine, and I let it happen in an attempt to feel something for someone like that again.
