Chasing The Rogue

-17- 🌻 Lost Boys

^ I'm so gay for him istg my knees are red from just looking at him 🧎‍♂️

"Run, run, Lost Boy, they say to me, away from all of reality. Neverland is home to Lost Boys like me, and Lost Boys like me are free."
~Ruth B, 'Lost Boy'

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*Lucca's POV*

"Thanks for letting me crash with you, man," I say to Zeke when he meets me at the hotel. His dark hair has gotten a bit longer since I last saw him, nearly down to his shoulders. The scruff on his face is fuller, making him look older than he really is.

"Don't thank me!" Zeke insists with a lopsided grin. "You know you're always welcome with our family. Though I expected you to call me sooner."

Chuckling, I rub the back of my neck guiltily. "I might have forgotten that you gave me your number in the first place. It's been... well, this past week has been really fucking crazy."

"I look forward to hearing all about it," Zeke says as we walk through the hotel parking lot. "I'm assuming it's connected to why you need a place to stay?"

I nod, but don't offer a response. Zeke hums in understanding and doesn't press further. Spinning his key ring around his finger, Zeke comes to a stop, and my eyes widen.

"Woah!!" I exclaim as my eyes rapidly sweep over his sleek, red motorcycle. "Dude, this bike is sick! It's a Harley, yeah?"

Zeke beams with pride. "Sure is! It's an Electra Glide," he tells me before adding, "Classic."

I whistle lowly, crouching down to inspect the motorcycle more closely. The chrome pipes look well-maintained; practically new. Actually, the entire bike seems new. And not just new to Zeke. No, newly built. And fucking expensive too. How the hell did he afford something like this?

Zeke laughs heartily, and I realize I asked that last question out loud. Whoops. Oh well.

"I had some money put away after selling our home and car," he says, making me frown in confusion.

Zeke and Clara owned this killer house with two above-ground levels, and one level underground. It's where our former group of rogues used to crash together, before I got my own place and met Landon. Our group wasn't the biggest, maybe about six or seven of us living under that roof. To hear that Zeke sold his home is shocking, to say the least.

"You sold your house?" I question in disbelief. "So... where are we going then?"

"You'll see," Zeke says with a smirk. Lifting the seat, he pulls out a helmet from the hidden compartment and hands it to me. Eyeing him warily, I fasten the helmet on as he secures his own helmet. We both climb onto motorcycle, with Zeke in front and me behind him. "Hold on tight!"

Rolling my eyes, I settle for gripping the sides of his jacket in my fists. The bike loudly revs before jerking roughly forward. Yelping, I jump and wrap my arms around Zeke's waist, making him bark a laugh.

"Asshole!" I shout over the noise. Zeke's laughter echos into the night as we take off, heading out of town.

***

My wariness grows as Zeke drives us through a thick, wooded area. We're far from any pack lands that I know of, and no where near the place Zeke used to live. It's dark and secluded, and the thought passes through my head that if Zeke was actually just luring me out to kill me, he'll be able to with no witnesses. Serves me right for getting on his bike without knowing where the fuck we're going.

As we drive, an orange flickering light comes into view. The closer we get, I can see it's a bonfire in the middle of a circular clearing. Lining the clearing are tents in various colors and shapes; at least twenty or thirty of them. My lips part in shock. Their group is a lot bigger than I thought it would be.