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Sixty-Four: You will regret this!

Isabella's POV

We continued to finish our shower, being close to each other, appreciating our closeness, the hot water wiping away all the literal bad blood, providing us with a clean slate. That made me think while I was laying in Lukas's arms, underneath the warm sheets as I was enjoying his soft snores at ten p.m. unable to sleep. If we were going to start tomorrow with a clean slate, then I needed to do two more things.

His heated body was pasted around mine, his arms firmly holding on to waist and his face was snuggled against the skin behind my ear. The heat of his naked body was radiating onto mine and I didn't want to leave this cozy cocoon of happiness, but I had to.

I gently lifted up his sore arm trying not to wake him up. Ever so slightly I slid over the sheets until my feet hit the hardwood floor. I went to grab my underwear and clothes from the bathroom. To my mistake they were still lying in the shower, completely drenched. Sweet memories of Lukas's hands removing them making me blush. I was forced to take the spare leggings Lukas stole from Mia's closet and one of his oversized light grey hoodies, skipping underwear as they were also soaked. My hair was still damp but I didn't bother too much with it... I have to get out before Lukas wakes up.

I glanced over at him, fast asleep looking peaceful before I tiptoed into the living room, grabbing my shoes and Lukas's car keys, promising myself to be careful with it. I drove away, contemplating every scenario in my head, feeding my rage as I did, remembering the way Lukas looked when I found him, blood covering his face, my guts turning inside out with panic at the sight of him.

After a heartbreaking drive, I stopped in front of a frat house, the right one I hoped, parking the car right up front. It was a rare sight seeing a frat house without a wild party starting at the front lane, cups scattered everywhere. I couldn't help but to ball my fists when I walked to the front door, barging in without knocking or giving the people inside any warning.

Four heads in the living room turned my way, some of them I had seen around school, others completely new. They looked at me with question marks burning on their foreheads and I could only shake my head with anger as I walked over to them, my footsteps echoing through the room as everyone stared at me in silence.

"Jesus you look like you're here to murder someone..." One of the guys mocked me but I wasn't laughing.

"You might just be right." I scoffed. "Where's Drew?!" I gritted through my teeth, not bothering to ask them nicely.

"Whoa whoa, slow down. What did he do?" One of the guys, the blond one who looked like he plays gold on a daily, said.

"He probably fucked her an didn't call her back." The first one started laughing and the rest joined him. Freaking boys. I rolled my eyes at them, my hands at my side.

"Come, here. Sit with us and have a beer." The one who just mocked me said while he eyed me up, patting the free space next to him. Disgusting...Now is not the moment to mess with me... I'm fucking pissed.He stuck out his arm, handing me the beer can. I took it, only to hold it up in front of me and deliberately letting it fall out of my hand in front of him. My face emotionless but on the inside, on the inside I was raging, fuming, cooking with anger.

"Where's Drew?!" I hissed again through my teeth, about to punch someone as I kept an image of Lukas's injuries at the back of my head.

"He's right here." I heard his voice from behind me, disgust filling every fiber in my body. I turned around, shaking my head as I stomped into his direction, slamming my hands against his chest as soon as he was close enough.

"Isabella baby, what are you doing?" He said grabbing my wrists to keep me from pushing him again.

"Let go of me!" I straight out yelled at his face while trying to tug my wrists form his needing hands.