Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 40

"You look like you're in pain." I saw Lucas staring at me, tilting his head.

"I don't like…food." I mumbled.

"Well, that's a problem." He softly said with that cracking voice of his.

"I know…I mean not that I don't like food, it's just that…Strong tastes make me sick if it's the first thing I eat after a while, and besides I prefer small portions."

"Oh sorry," He suddenly stood up. "chocolate bars were the only thing in the vending machine, if I knew I'd go to the cafeteria…"

"No, no it's okay." I smiled at him. "I'll eat when I get home."

"Promise?" He asked while tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. His gentle fingertips felt so good on my skin…

"Yeah." I hoped I was telling the truth. I really did.

"What's on your mind, lil' kitty?" He leaned back on the fence.

I sighed. "Nothing, it's just that…Why do things like that happen to us? Bad things."

He paused for a bit. "'Cause life's a bitch. You know, like Kurt Cobain said - Nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all."

I couldn't help but to laugh. He looked at me with those dark eyes that matched the night perfectly, confused. "Deep thought." I explained while laughing.

"Kurt Cobain was a genius. Just because he wasn't, I don't know - Dostoyevsky, his thoughts aren't considered deep. That's bullshit if you ask me." He defended his explanation.

I nodded. "And because he used curse words."

"Yeah, and because of that. That's bullshit too. Curse words are the best way of expressing yourself. I don't get why people get so offended by them, they're just words. They are the perfect and efficient way of expressing your emotions. You know, when you're angry, like if you hit a chair or something - it's better to say fuck than - oh no, I'm experiencing a piercing pain in my leg, that's making me angry at myself and this chair at the same time. Fuck. Simple as that."

I laughed again. Lucas's wisdom's. "I'm experiencing a piercing pain in my head. And too many thoughts."

"Express yourself!" Lucas yelled, stretching his hands and spinning around. "Fuck!" He screamed. "Fuckity fucking fuck!" He closed his eyes, screaming at the cold, dark world in front of us.

"Fuck." I said quietly.

"What?" Lucas jumped towards me. "I didn't quite catch that."

I rolled my eyes. "Fuck." I said louder.

"What?!" Lucas yelled, pretending he didn't hear me.

Room 404. Jimmy's room. I could hear the beeping noise of the machines. It was so hot and stuffy inside. And dark. And quiet. Jimmy was painted in bruises. His entire left cheek was covered in scratches. The lips were purple…A leg in white plaster…His head wrapped in gause…He looked horrible. My eyes became watery, I just…He could've died. It felt like the entire room moved inside of me. All hot and stuffy.

"Hey Kayla." Jimmy growled and smiled, painfully. His lips seemed a bit chapped.

Kayla suddenly hugged Jimmy, crying all over his hospital pyjamas. "Jimmy you stupid fuck! Don't you remember what we learned in middle school?! Look left and right before crossing the goddamn street!" She was sobbing on his chest.

"Kayla…ow…" Jimmy groaned. Lucas gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. "Dashwood." Jimmy smiled with his chapped lips. Then he turned towards me. One of his blue eyes was almost completely red.

"Hey." I said, almost whispering.

"Hey." He said. Even all bruised up he kept on smiling. "Who are you?" He asked me with a smile on his face.

What did he just say?

"Um…I'm Skye."

"You're kidding, right?" Lucas asked, confused.

Jimmy turned towards Lucas, looking all serious. "No. Why would I joke about that?"