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Previously before she entered
the Shatter Me world:
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"Lucas?!" I exclaim, my voice tinged with surprise. I hadn't expected to see him here, not now, not at this late hour especially and it only makes me wonder what could he possibly be here for.
He grins, the moonlight casting a playful gleam in his stunning beautiful eyes. "Angel, it's Luke. Call me Luke." He taps on the glass pane with mock impatience. "And come on, open this window. It's freezing out here." He's lying, of course. The night air is cool, but it's far from freezing.
I roll my eyes, a small chuckle escaping my lips. The hint of a smile tugs at my mouth as I carefully unlock the window, lifting it with a deliberate slowness to keep it from creaking. My father can't know there's a boy in my room, especially not at this hour. Trouble doesn't even begin to describe what would come of it.
Lucas clambers inside, his movements deliberate, avoiding the clutter on the floor with practiced ease. He stands there for a moment, taking in the dimly lit room with an expression that's hard to read. It makes me nervous.
"So," I start, fiddling with my fingers as I try to avoid his gaze. "What brings you here? Did Amy need my homework or something?" I am cringing so much from my actions, acting dumb and nervous when I know deep down he's not here for either. Though, it's also not possible he's here for something else considering I doubt he has any feelings for me. A girl could dream.
But dreams are for sleeping.
He chuckles, the sound deep and almost comforting. He takes a step closer, careful to make no noise. "Homework? Really?" He raises an eyebrow, his teasing smile making my heart race even faster. "You think I'd climb all the way up here just for that?"
I clear my throat, trying to steady my nerves, but his words make it impossible. Of course he isn't. My mouth opens slightly, and I meet his gaze for just a moment, a silent question in my eyes; Then why are you here?
He lets out a sigh, his eyes softening. Before I can react, his hand gently cups my face, his touch warm and featherlight. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, and I know he can hear how wildly my heart is thundering in my chest. The proximity between us makes me dizzy, and he seems to notice, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something else I can't quite place.
His gaze flickers down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. I wonder, my breath catching in my throat, Will he kiss me? Will he confess? Confess what? Clearly he is just messing with my head, after all thats what he always did. But oh if only he knew how his messing around with me makes me feel. The idea sends a rush of nervous energy fluttering in my stomach, making me more anxious than I already am.
I wonder if he knows what his presence does to me, the feelings and the butterflies in my stomach are having a wild party right now, but the music is only loud enough for me to hear. I wonder if he knows what kind of thoughts I have when he is this close to me.
Lucas sighs, his breath warm against my cheek as he tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His next words catch me completely off guard. "How are you?" he asks, his voice so soft and genuine it feels like a warm embrace. "Are you okay?"
Are you okay?
It's such a simple question, but one that makes me freeze. No one asks me that. Well, no one except my brother. It's almost too much. My mind races.
How are you?
Mentally or physically? I don't even know where to begin.
How does one answer that question, especially when the truth is ugly and complicated?
Perhaps it's best to lie.
That's what I'm used to. "I'm doing okay, thanks for asking," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. My gaze falls to the floor, my fingers twisting nervously. I can feel the furrow of my eyebrows as I try to hold myself together.
Lucas doesn't let me hide. His fingers gently lift my chin, forcing me to look at him. His thumb brushes over the curve of my left ear, pausing when he sees the angry red scar. His jaw tightens, and I can see the flash of anger in his blue eyes, the way his brow furrows.
"Did he do this to you?" he asks, his voice low, laced with barely restrained fury. His whole body tenses, and I can feel the rage simmering beneath his calm exterior.
I don't dare to speak. My throat closes up, and all I can do is nod, my movements small and hesitant. The room falls into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of Lucas's angry sigh. The weight of his protective anger settles around us, and I know this is only the beginning.
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A/N;
Why hello there long time no see.
I apologize sincerely for taking me so so long to upload a new chapter, believe me I want to complete Rescue Me, so that I can read it in peace once it's done. Sigh.
No, there is no new chapter yet but I wanted to cut this part so that it could be counted as one of the memory chapters of Blair. If that makes sense.
The very reason of why I did this now is cause I'm rereading my own book, again, for motivation. Wish me luck. And prepare for what's coming.
Oh and one more thing; I predicted a lot of things about Watch Me. You'll see xx
Expect the unexpected.💋
(Published on April 7 2025.)