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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Colina Turner's content with being an atheist, but she ne...
Mondays were unbearable before Alec returned. Now today made those days seem like the best days of my life.
When Alec pulled up and parked in the senior lot not too far from us, I let out about a million curses, including the ever popular fuck, shit, damn it, and many more. "Cole!" Luke reprimanded me. "Not sorry." I muttered, slinging my bag over my shoulder and getting out of the car with a slam. There was a scowl on my face.
Luke got out far more gently, following my glare. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"Cole!" I heard Ashton call.
Thank the nonexistent heavens.
Well, darling, maybe it does exist. You never know.
"Shut up." I murmured under my breath as she neared. "Sorry, what?" Ashton asked, totally vexed. "Nothing. Just thinking out loud." She gives me a disbelieving look. "Uh huh. Anyway, I'm sure you noticed." She points to Alec, who is getting out of his car and looking around.
"Mhmm." I hummed.
She glances weirdly at me. "That's it? Alec freaking Borne shows up on Friday night to scoop you into his arms, vanish, then appears again on Monday for school, and all you have to do is hum?"
I grimaced. "Maybe."
Luke comes up and leans on the side of his car, arms folded and one converse crossed over the other. "Cole, anything to share?"'
I whip around to face him. "Yeah, because you've been an open book recently."
Ashton glances between the two of us, assesses the tension forming, and makes the smart choice to say, "Um, I'm just gonna go meet up with Misha. Catch you in a bit."
Luke and I nod, neither of us backing down or looking away from each other. Ashton hurries away.
"Last time I recall, you weren't exactly the sharing type. You haven't bothered explaining why you know how to fight so well. You aren't explaining how you got this," I grab his hand in mine and run a thumb over the scar, "or why it isn't fading fully. You haven't explained why I thought I saw you with red eyes, or why yours are colorless normally. You're sharing jack."
Luke's hand is strong, rough with callouses, bruised on the knuckles, and that little scar emphasizes the bone that runs underneath it.
It also fits perfectly when he slips his fingers through mine and presses his palm to mine.
He pulls me close and wraps an arm around my waist.
I swallow hard; I'm don't think I'm breathing normally. My heart is going a million times faster than it should be.
His nose is a millimeter from mine.
Those stupid eyes. I still can't tell their color.
They scan every inch of my face.
I think they linger for a moment on my lips, but they flick up back to mine so fast I can't be sure.
"I'll explain tonight."
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