Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 43

"Well, she went out with this boy last time, I think she likes him because she never goes out…"

"Mom!" I tried to stop this ridiculous conversation.

"Really? You think she likes him? Tell me more, Mrs. Monroe."

"Well, you see Lucas, she almost never fights with me and when she wanted to go out with him, I thought it was a date…"

Are they seriously ignoring me?! They were talking like they knew each other for years. The devil in disguise and a woman that almost faints at the sight of colour yellow were having a…chit-chat. "Mom!" I yelled again.

"What? Skye, it's rude to interrupt someone's conversation." What? Is my mother telling me how to act in public? What is this, some parallel universe?

"Yeah Skye, it's rude." Lucas grinned. Damn you…you charming wolf in sheep's clothing!

"Anyway, how is your friend? The one that got injured." She changed the subject. Thank you!

"He's…" He recalls everything and everyone but me. He forgot me.

"He's fine." Lucas stepped in the conversation. "A slight memory loss and a few broken bones, but he'll be fine." He said. He was talking to my mom, but he was looking at me.

"As long as he'll be fine…Shouldn't we get him some…get well card, or a balloon?" Oh hey, there's my mom again. Asking silly questions.

"No mom, he doesn't need a balloon."

"Oh, okay then. We should get going, it's really late. Do you want a ride Lucas?" My mom seemed to like him. His diabolical charm even got to my mom. Great.

"No thanks Mrs. Monroe. I've already got my own ride."

"Skye, do you want to say goodbye to your friend before we go?"

I looked into Jimmy's room. Kayla and Cookie were sitting on his bed, and a beautiful older woman with short blond hair, in a red coat, was creasing his face. I'm guessing that's his mom. "No, he's with his family now, I won't disturb them." And he doesn't even know who I am.

"Alright. Goodbye Lucas, have a safe trip home." Mom smiled at him. "Let's go, Skye. We're leaving." She took the car keys out of her purse and started walking towards the stairs.

"Bye." I said to Lucas and turned away, when he suddenly grabbed my hand and wrapped me into a hug.

He buried his face into my hair, I could smell that scent again… His hair felt so soft pressed against my face. "Bye, lil' kitty." He softly spoke into my neck, his hot breath slightly tickling my skin. I could stay like this forever, locked together with Lucas, like marble statues, waiting for the end of the world and time.

"Bye Lucas." I whispered into his ear and escaped his captivating hug, before it were too late. Before I wouldn't be able to move.

Blair Waldorf: Do you…'like' me?

Chuck Bass: Define like…

He liked animals. Well, he liked Ash.

He had a tattoo in memory of his mother. His mother was dead.

He was broken inside…like me, only different. Maybe if we both pick up our broken pieces, we can put them together and make one, whole thing…

He didn't use perfume. He smelled of cigarette smoke and washing powder. It was a good smell.

He wore a black leather jacket and drove a bike.

He liked Game of Thrones.

He liked collecting seashells.

He didn't smile often. Sometimes he got sad…or angry.

Sometimes he was a pervert.

He made the most disgusting tea in the world. Ew, just ew.