Lady-Killer (A Maroon 5/ Adam Levine Fanfiction)

Chapter 20

Copyright 2012 Natalie Elle Tyler - All Rights Reserved

 

Hey everyone! It's Midnight! I wrote alot that weekend, didn't I? I couldn't wait to post the next chapter! Thanks for the new reads on my other stories, it made me feel alot better. I was getting worried because of something my sister said. Nevermind that though. Thanks for the reads, comments, votes, and everything! On here, the last summer, midst of it all... thank you!!!!

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After John left, and Lucy came back, every conclusion was still in my head. This was so addictive! The suspension in my brain wouldn't stop and I needed to figure out the mystery. Was Adam, Lucy, and Steven on the same team? They all seemed suspicious in the same way.

I swore I thought Lucy was crying that night. It sounded weird, like muffled screams because her face was on her pillow. I felt bad for her, but something was telling me this was only about who she was talking to earlier. I've never seen her look so sad and guilty before. I mean I've only known her for what? Two months? But it still hurts to see a friend cry. ...If she is my friend.

"Lucy?" I asked the next morning, as I got out of the bathroom.

"I know," She groaned, "I have to get up for school, no ditching," She whined mutteringly, walking to the bathroom.

She was always so upset when I woke her up. I rather make her go to school than get in trouble like how I almost did at the farm. I wanted to ditch so bad because of how stressed I was. But knowing the consequences, I would back off.

I could see Lucy's eyes clearly as she brisked past. They were swollen red. From the tears last night, her eyes were all puffy and I wondered how long it would be before I knew the mystery that was in my head. It had to be the reason why she was crying. I sighed, walking over to her.

"Lucy, why are your eyes so puffy?" I asked with a sigh.

There was no answer. And my stomach was already growling with hunger as I waited. And yes, I could be very impaitent.

"It's nothing," She quickly replied, getting her make-up remover out of the bathroom for me.

I didn't want to ask. She looked perfectly fine now. I wasn't going to get her mad at me either, she has a big temper. I had a feeling in my gut that it wasn't the right time to ask. Even though I really wanted to know, I had a feeling it wasn't good. But as I remembered John's conversation with me yesterday and how my guts brought me to wrong places, I decided now would be the best time.

It was really stupid of me, but what if there was never a good time and I easily forgot?

"Please don't get mad Ruby," I said in hope. I didn't mean to say Ruby but it just slipped out. And once it did, I quickly regretted it.

But she didn't get mad at me at all for saying that. She winced in disgust instead.

"Ugh," She winced, "Don't call me Ruby,"

I rolled my eyes, continuing, "Why were you crying last night?"

I watched Lucy look down in guilt, pausing. She sighed nervously, I already knew this wasn't going to be good.