Late Last Night (Completed) - Kenzie . (classic books for 12 year olds .TXT) 📗

was cradling her, now, broken nose. I was pretty sure she was glaring at me.

 

We were cheering when it happened. We were in sync, and going to the beat of the dance mix we all agreed on. Yes, we were wiggling our hips a little too provacitively, but the judges seemed to like the routine. Heck, they seemed to like us. I was sure we were going to win.

The problem was Hilary's hip piercing, which had ripped when she almost fell off the pyramid. I had tried to get her, but I got that stupid little piercing and it ripped her skin and down she went.

It might have been funny to on lookers if she didn't keep bleeding.

Basically a lot of girls have weak stomachs and we ended up losing.

Plus seeing Marc in the crowd didn't help things for me...

"Hi!." He said.

I just looked at him, "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask why you've been ignoring me."

"Seriously?" I asked, hands on my hips. Marc looked back at me with his "innocent" blue eyes. Like he was urging me to fall for them.

Too bad I wasn't that easy.

"I saw you Marc." I said simply.

His eyebrows met in the middle as he decifered what I said. I raised a single brow and waited for him to figure it out.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea what you mean." he finally said.

Then my anger got the best of me. I shoved his chest causing him to stumble back. "I saw you at the party you asshole! When you were supposed to be with me!"

His face paled, "Y-you saw?"

"Yeah, I saw." I growled. I huffed and turned away from him. Marc grabbed my arm and dragged me back to him. People were starting to stare at us. Ignroing them, Marc took me outside the gymnasium.

"Look please don't tell anybody." he pleaded. I gazed at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Why would I tell anybody?" I asked.

"Because you saw me kiss a-"

I held up my hand, "What you really should be doing is leaving me alone." I turned around and started to walk away.

"Nadya!" he called. "I'm sorry. Can you please forgive?"

I stopped walking. I was almost to the front door of the gymnasium. I looked at him over my shoulder. I breathed in and out trying not to yell at him.

Marc stood in the parking lot, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his now chin length hair blowing in the wind. He looked unbelieveably sexy.

But I wasn't ready to forgive him yet.

"I'll think about it." I said. I continued inside, not carrying if her heard me or not.

 

Amy and I were sitting in the park that night. I was telling her about Marc's apology as she snapped some shots of the pond for her portfolio.

"Well," she said. "Do you want my opinion." She turned to me and set down her camera.

I looked out over the pond and nodded.

"He didn't necasrily cheat on you since you guys arent together. But, it's basically like he did."

"So what should I do?"

"Forgive him, of course."

I looked at her, shocked.

"What? I think you guys would make a cute couple, plus, prom is two weeks away you need a date." Amy shrugged.

Sometimes I worry about her. "What if, Louis cheated on you?"

"I'd de-penis him." she said instantly. I giggled and shook my head.

"Then why do I have to forgive Marc?"

Amy looked at me, "I love you, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart. Your'e not going to find a guy in two weeks for the prom."

"So your telling me to settle."

"Der!" she said. "I swear sometimes your so dumb."

"What about Lucas?" I asked. Amy packed up her camera gear and walked over to me.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about him." she tapped her chin. "He'll do I suppose. But I don't know if he's your type."

"He tried to kiss me."

"Holy sh*t!" she gasped. "And you didn't tell me? You hoe!"

"I'm sorry I was occupied."

"Occupied my ass!" She guffawed. Then she looked at me. "Did you want to kiss him?"

"I still do."

Amy gave me a sympathetic look and layed her hand on mine.

"You are in some deep do do."

 

Chapter 19:: Secrets:: One Republic

The whole way home, I contemplating ways I could drop the bomb.

Should I just right out say it? Or maybe I should text her.

I cringed. Texting her would be low of me.

I looked over at my best friend, thinking how she doesn't deserve this. Nobody deserves to cheated on.

Amy's curly hair bounced with her as she sang to that new Ariana Grande song. She was smiling. She smiled a lot now a days, more so than usual.

And to think it was because of a cheating bastard.

Amy stopped driving and I looked up and realized that we already reached my house.

"Hey, um, you wanna come in?"

"Nah." She smiled. "I have a date tonight."

"No!" I yelled. "You can't go."

Amy narrowed her eyes at me. "I'm sorry, but why?"

I bit my lip and looked out the window.

"Nady?" She asked. "What do you have to tell me?"

"Louis is cheating on you." I said it. There.

I looked at her face. She was staring at me looking at every aspect, trying to see if I was lying.

"I'm sorry."

Amy's bottom lip trembled. "Goodbye, Nadya."

I cringed at her hard time and climbed out the car. "I'm so sorry, Amelia." I used her first name, showing her that I was indeed serious. She cringed at the name. Only her mother called Amy that.

And Amy's mom was gone.

I closed the door when she didn't reply and watched as she drove off.

♠♠♠

As I walked up to my house I stopped when I saw a figure on my steps.

I sighed, "What are you doing here, Lucas?"

I approached him and watched as he stood to his full height. He smirked at me and I noticed he didn't "have the stupid contacts in allowing me to see his eyes.

Lucas examined my face, his cocky smirk falling, and stepped closer to me. I tensed as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I stumbled and braced my arms on his chest.

This was weird. I never recalled hugging Lucas before.

It was weird but nice. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled tighter.

"Come on." Lucas took my hand and dragged me up the steps. I took out the key and turned. Lucas and I walked throughout the front door one at a time.

"What are you doing her Lucas?"

He looked over at me. "I'm here to see my favorite girl of course." I rolled my eyes. "Hungry?"

"Lucas."

"I feel like Chinese." he says, still ignoring me. He strolls over to my kitchen and opens the fridge.

"Are you aware that you have no food?"

"I believe in the art of takeout." I say. I climbed up on my island and pulled out the draw. I took out the Chinese takeout menu and wave it at him. He looked over at me and practically ran to me trying to grab it.

I held it away from him, "Nope. Tell me why your here."

Lucas leaned over me, bracing his arms on either sides as he looked at me. "I'll tell you..."

I nodded for him to continue.

"When I gets my Chinese."

"Horrible grammar." I tsked. I leaned away from his hard body and he stepped closer. Shocked I wrapped my legs around his waist and he raised his eyebrows.

"You better not get any ideas, sir."

"It's hard not to in this compromising position." he smirks. He seems to have forgotten take out and be solely focused on me. He trailed his eyes from mine down to my nose and then my lips. I involuntarily licked them and he smirked, pleased by my reaction.

I expected him to kiss me but instead he kept surveying me looking to my neck then my chest where his attention stayed.

"Hey, My eyes are up here."

He chuckled and leaned in closer to me. My heart hammered in my chest and my eyes closed. But instead of kissing me he placed his lips on my throat. I groaned when I felt his soft lips on my jugular start to suck.

"Oh God." I grabbed his shoulders dropping the take out menu and pulled him closer to me. My legs tightened around him and all I wanted was for him to freaking kiss me.

"Thank you darling." he said against my neck.

"What?" I asked, dazed. He stepped away with the Chinese menu in hand.

"I told you, after Chinese." he winked.

♠♠♠

"Start talking." I demand as soon as I finish my lo mien. Lucas however was still chewing his chicken.

"Well I'm sort of busy." he said with a mouth full of food. I glared.

Lucas sighed and put down his food. "Fine."

"My parents are dead."

"What?" I coughed.

"They died a year ago, today." he says. I looked at him closely, as I process what he's saying. The only thing I saw was a calm boy in front of me which made no sense. On the anniversary of my father's death, I was never this composed.

Unless, it was just a face.

"It was a car accident." he continued. "We were all in the car heading back home when a little girl came on to the street. My dad tried to stop but-."

"But he wasn't fast enough."

I continued to stare at him and when I realized the tale was done I got up my seat on the couch and sat next to him.

"Is the little girl okay?"

Lucas cringed. "No. she was paralyzed from the waist down."

"Im sorry."

He cringed, "It's not your fault."

"I know it's not my fault." I said. "But I know how much it hurts."

"My dad died when he was away."

"Where was he?" Lucas asked.

"A Military base. It was raided and while trying to save another soldier he was shot." Lucas grabbed my hand. "My mom and I never really got over it. Hence why she's never here."

"Well it's her lost."

I smiled back at him, "So where are the scars from?" He closed his eyes and breathed out.

"Didn't forget that, huh?"

"And I didn't ask Marc, either." I say.

"It's from fighting." he finally said. "I fought a guy who had too much friends and ended up being beat so bad I was hospitalized for three weeks."

My eyebrows furrowed, now I'm confused. "But, why were you in a fight?"

Lucas ran a hand through his hair. "That, I'm not ready to talk about."

"Why are you telling me this then?" I ask. "You could have talked to your aunt, or your cousins, why me?"

"I just wanted to hang with my future girlfriend." he smirked, still not answering my question. But I could see he was really hurting. I shook my head at him and stood up.

"I can see that your faking." I told him, my hands on my hips. Lucas stepped closer to me and grabbed my waist. "You're not as happy as your pretending to be."

"Neither are you Lacy." He whispered, smiling at me in a way that made me shiver. I took his face and pulled it closer to mine and before I could plant a kiss on him I heard a baby' brother's voice.

"Nagya?"

♠♠♠

 

Chapter 20::Sweater Weather:: The Neighborhood

"Nadya?" my mother asked. "Who is this?" 

I step in front of Lucas and glare at my mother. "My friend." 

My mother put down Max and let him run over to me. His little legs carried him all the way over to where I stood and I scooped him up squeezing him to my chest. 

"Well obviously, or he wouldn't be here I hope." my mother said. She was judging, like she always does. She thinks I party every night, taking advantage of the fact that she's never here. She even called me a slut one time when Louis was over. 

My mother closed the front door and looked at the Chinese containers all over the living room floor. "You've already eaten?" "Yes, mom." Lucas' eyes widened when he looked between my mother and me. The long brown curly hair and brown eyes. I looked a lot like my mother, something that I wasn't always grateful for. 

Max wiggled in my hold and