Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 19

He growled and threw the cigarette on the floor, stepping on it.

"Hey man, what the hell?" Jimmy whined, holding his forehead.

"Sober up Jimmy." Lucas growled at him and grabbed my hand again, pulling me into one of the buildings.

His grip was so strong I couldn't rip away from him. There was a real stifling atmosphere, people were smoking, even though smoking inside closed spaces was forbidden since 2007. The band already began playing, and the smell of too much cigarette smoke and stale beer burned my nostrils. The place was really crowded and some people in front of the stage were moving and jumping around like crazy.

"Mosh pit!" Lucas yelled in my ear. I could barely hear myself think, the music was so loud.

"What?" I yelled back, still frustrated because of what I heard before.

"Those people there, bumping into each other," He pointed his finger in that crowd direction "that's called a mosh pit! So unless you want to get bumped by one of them, you better stick with me!" He yelled.

I narrowed my eyes, still pouting like crazy and growled. "Fine!"

We came closer to the stage to see the band. Lucas wrapped his hands around me, pulling me into his embrace, protecting me from all those people. I hate to admit it, but it felt kinda good. His strong body behind me, his hands hugging my waist, soft hair gently tickling my face…I looked up at him and he was completely focused on the band. Captivating. Oh what the hell, I don't like him, therefor - I have nothing to be angry about, right? I relaxed in his devilish embrace and watched the band.

They were actually pretty good. They sang Green Day songs, Pennywise songs, some were their own…The singer had a really dazzling, sort of rasping voice, very similar to the singer from Green Day. At one moment he ripped his shirt off, revealing his carved body. Drops of sweat were glittering, slipping down his face as he feel on his knees, playing the last accords of his song. Their commitment to the music filled the room and suddenly the smell of cigarette smoke and stale beer seemed rather captivating, very fitting to the punk-rock atmosphere.

"Thank you all for coming tonight." Said the singer with the hot, rasping voice. "We were Panic Stricken!" He screamed and lifted his guitar into the air.

"C'mon," Said Lucas and grabbed my hand "I've gotta introduce you to someone."

We were standing in front of the huge door that said Backstage. The door suddenly bumped open and out walked the singer of the band, followed by his bassist and drummer.

"Yo dude," Said the singer and high fived Lucas "you came!" He smiled, but that soon disappeared from his face. "What happened to you?" He pointed to Lucas's black eye.

I held my breath.

"Oh you know, some guy was acting smart again." Lucas carelessly shrugged his shoulders.

I guess that was our little secret.

"Haha, that's our Lucas!" Laughed the guy with curly, blond hair and friendly punched him in the shoulder.

"Anyway I wanted to introduce you to someone," Lucas smirked and turned to me "I think she rather enjoyed your show. Guys, this is Skye."

"No." I snapped. Everyone started laughing, and Lucas narrowed his eyes at me. Angry.

We said our goodbyes and started walking. "So," Lucas put a cigarette in his mouth and lighted it "how did it feel living for a change?"

I was just about to answer when somebody bumped into us. The stranger was drunk and followed by a group of his also drunk friends. His eyes were bloody red. Lucas just gave him one of his death glares and walked away.

"Hey you!" The stranger screamed at us. He sounded pissed. "Hey!" He yelled again and I heard the pounding sound of his shoes, hitting the ground, running towards us.

I got really scared. I looked at Lucas and he was walking at the same speed as before, his face blank. It was like he didn't hear him at all. "Lucas…" I whispered, frightened.

"Hey!" The stranger grabbed Lucas's shoulder and turned him around. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, bumping into me like that and not apologizing?" He screamed at Lucas.

"You bumped into me." Lucas sad calmly, furrowing his eyebrows. He showed no fear whatsoever.

"What did you say, you bastard?!" The stranger spat at him. With one hand he grabbed Lucas's collar and with the other he prepared to hit him.

"No!" I yelled and pushed the stranger away. I had no idea what the hell I was doing, every single cell in my body screamed to run away, every single instinct said to hide, and yet I stood between Lucas and the pissed drunk, his friends moving closer. My heart was racing like crazy, my hands shaking and I knew that if I speak my voice will tremble. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and said calmly, but decisive: "You will not hurt him."