Coldhearted

Chapter 2

AN: this is the only warning im giving
This book contains smut

Slight smut in this chap
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Michael and I run to the infirmary. Wow, Calum hit him good.

Luke's eye is turning almost black, his lip is cut from his lip piercing being ripped out, and his forehead has a gash.

As much as I love Calum, I want to kill him.

"Hey." I say softly. Luke looks at me and smiles, sitting up straighter. "Hey, sorry I look like a wraith probably." He jokes. I giggle. "No, you look fine." He looks terrible.

"So what happened?" I ask. Luke frowns. "That Calum kid just came out of nowhere and beat the shit outta me." He says, looking defeated.

"I'm sorry about him. He is really protective about things that belong to him, including Marissa." I inform him. Luke nods, understanding what I mean. He pats the spot next to him. "Sit here, you look uncomfortable standing up." He says.

My heart soars as I sit next to him. "So where is he now?" He ask. "In the SHU, probably." I say. I noticed Mikey left. Weird.

"What's that?" I keep forgetting Luke is new here. "The Solitary Housing Unit. He will stay in there for a few hours then they release him. Basically its a soundproof glass room." I inform him.

He nods. "How long have you been here?" He ask me. "About 7 years." I say proudly. Luke cracks a smile, then winces in pain. "Where is your lip piercing?" I ask purely out of curiosity.

"Calum ripped it out and threw it. I think one of the guards has it." He tells me. "How did you even get one?" I ask. "Umm, in my old camp, a guy used to be a tattoo artist before the world went to shit, so he gave me a tattoo and the lip piercing. It stung like a bitch for a few days, then I got over it."

Luke's story is so interesting to me. Normally, we don't get new visitors, so I know everyone here. Meeting someone new is a change of pace.

Luke suddenly yawns and I giggle. "I'll let you go to sleep." I say to him. He shakes his head. "I want you to stay for a little bit longer." He says. "Luke, if your tired you should get some sleep." I say.

"Will you stay with me until I go to sleep?" He ask. I almost drop my jaw. He wants me here? Hesitantly, I nod. He smiles from ear to ear.

He moves down so his head is resting on the pillow while I sit straight up, my back pressed into the wall behind us. Then, he moves his head to my lap. "Much better." He groans.

I slowly run my fingers through his hair. Michael told me guys love when girls do that. After a few minutes of me staring at the angel in my lap, I hear soft snoring. I move his head and softly place it on the pillow.

I get out of the hospital bed and walk into the hallway where Michael is propped against the wall, clearly waiting for me.

"So were you done making out or did he force you to leave?" Michael jokes. Gasping in horror, I punch his arm. "Ow." He groans.

"And he fell asleep, by the way." I say, holding my middle finger to him. He mumbles something that I can't hear. "What?" I ask, but he shakes his head.

"Wanna do something crazy?" He ask. "I live for doing crazy things." I say. I really do.

"Let's go to the city." He says. "Hell no!" I nearly scream. The city is overrun. If something happens, were goners.

"Oh come on! We've done it before!" He says. "We almost didn't make it out." I throw back. I like crazy, not suicidal.

"Please?" He says. I groan. "Fine." I mumble. Maybe I can convince him halfway to turn around. He smiles. "Go get your supplies and we can leave now." He demands.