Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 22

"Okay." I gave in. Just like that.

"You have to write it down."

"What?" I asked, confused.

"On the wall," He motioned to the wall, covered with various names, quotes. "whatever get's written up here is forever." He explained, looking completely serious. He gave me a pen he found on the floor.

I had no idea what to write. I didn't want to write I promise I won't cut myself anymore, that was just stupid. I decided to keep it simple. I wrote:

I promise. From Skye to Lucas

He smiled and took the pen out of my hand and doodled something over it. Now it said:

I promise. From Skye❤Lucas

I chuckled. "Tell me your favourite memory." I said.

He narrowed his eyes, and grimaced his face in a cute way. He looked so adorable when he was thinking about something. "The seashore," He softly smiled, his eyes focusing on the lights on the ceiling. It really looked like summer night sky. "me and mom went there once. A long time ago. I remember it was a cloudy day, not what you would want at the seaside, but it was…The seagulls were screaming, the gushing sound of waves hitting the pebbles on the beach," He closed his eyes, still smiling softly "the smell of the salty sea…We were searching for seashells the entire day and then we had a picnic on the rocks. I remember her scent that day, something like sunscreen and a perfume…That's my favourite memory." He opened his eyes and stared at me.

Suddenly the soft smile vanished from his face. "Why did you intervene, before?" He asked.

"I…I didn't want you to get hurt, I wasn't really thinking…" I muttered.

"That's right, you weren't thinking," He lowered his voice "don't ever do that again."

"But…"

"No buts! Don't ever do something stupid like that again or you'll get seriously hurt." He snapped.

"Oh god Lucas," I said, irritated and stood up "I was just trying to help…"

"I don't need your help! You should stand beh…"

"Where?!" I spoke sharply, feed up with everything. "Behind you? I know that! I'm not stupid, I know I could get hurt, but I was just…you…ugh!" I looked at him with rage. "I am sick of being people's doormat, I am sick of being invisible, I am sick of being that lonely kid at the end of the line in the class photos, I am sick of being weak!" I blurted out everything I've been holding up inside. The words were erupting out of me like magma from the volcano.

What the hell?

You know that feeling that you get, when you hear your phone buzzing, and you know you got a text, and a certain person's name pops into your head, and your heart starts racing, you get all heated up…And then the cold shower when you see from who the text really is? I wasn't expecting him to message me. What was he thinking?

Me: Don't you think that Lucas will-

Lucas will what? We are not together, he clearly stated that we never will…Lucas will do nothing. He doesn't care. Besides, I've never been on a date before and Jimmy did seem like a nice guy. I deleted the text and started a new one.

Me: Yeah sure, we can hang out I guess.

Hang out…it just sounded safer than a date. I was staring at the ceiling, thinking about him. The day we first met. In the cafeteria. I remember him saying: "You're a broken beauty…" The word that bothered me was - broken. How did he know? Or what did he mean by it? Broken. Broken. The word was echoing in my head. I wasn't really broken-

All of a sudden something hit the floor. I looked around the room and everything seemed to be in order. The school bag was on the table as always, the small green cactus was still in its colourful pot, the computer seemed intact…everything was were it was supposed to be. Even the teddy-bear with a broken eye was kindly smiling at me from the bookshelf. I got off the bed and looked under it.

Great. My phone fell on the floor. And there was something else…it was stuck behind my bed. I pulled the strange thing on the surface. A giant green sweater. Lucas's sweater. From that time he lent it to me.