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

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     He grinned down at me, "Liked the punch?" 

     "Yeah, I'm sure my liver appreciated it." I retarted. I put down the cup and turned back to him arms crossed. 

     He has that smirk on again. That smirk that seemed to make me want to both choke and kiss him. "Your welcome." He stepped closer to me and I felt my stomach tighten in anticipation. 

     "So... want to dance or what?" he said, cocking his head to the side. 

     I raised a single brow and rolled my eyes, "Is that how your going to ask me?" 

     "Come on Lace." he said holding out his hands. "You know you wanna." He wiggled his brows. I looked back at Louis who was shrugging his shoulders. 

    "Nadya." Lucas said slowly. I looked back at those blue green eyes I love so much and put my hand in his. He pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and tucked me against his chest. I could feel my heart stuttering as I put my arms on his shoulders.

     Judging by the cocky smile on his face he probably knew the affect he had on me.

     I was feeling something for this guy. Stronger than with Marc, or even Tyler. I just don't know what it is exactly. By the time Lucas and I finally stopped dancing, I was dizzy and tired, but I couldn't be happier.

"What?" I asked. Lucas pointed and I followed his finger. 

"You look great Nadya," Amy said. I didnt reply on how pretty she looked either. She walked, more like glided over to me. 

Amy looked over to Lucas. "Hey...can I talk to her alone?" 

Lucas looked down at me for conformation and when I nodded he gave my waist a squeeze and left. 

"So I guess Marc is out of the picture?" Amy asked. I sighed and looked back at her. 

"Are you ready to tell me the truth?" I snapped back. Amy flinched and looked down at her dress. 

She nodded over to a secluded corner. "Let's do it somewhere less crowded." I followed her over. 

We reached a secluded corner and I turned to her.  "Your my best friend." Amy said. "And there is something I've been keeping from you."

I resisted rolling my eyes. Well no freaking, duh.

"That night at the party." She continued. " I got really drunk... And remember how you were looking for Marc and we split up?"

"I found him..." She said. "And we slept together."

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"You pack a punch." Lucas smirked. I glared over at him, clutching my hand to my chest.

"Shut up." I snapped. "She deserved it." 

"What did she do anyways?" Lucas asked, he looked over to the nurse who just entered the room. He scooted over a little and I handed over my fist.

"She slept with Marc." I hissed. And Amy knew how I felt about that kind of stuff. Even though Marc and I were never official, and he did kiss that girl who was obviously Amy, I did like him. He was the first guy I liked since Tyler. And after what Tyler did to me, I don't just crush on guys anymore.

And what I don't understand is why. She had Louis, who I thought she loved. 

"I thought you were over him." Lucas grumbled. The nurse gently wrapped up my wrist and told me how to properly care for it and wrap it. She pointedly did say quiet though.

I didn't bother explaining that it wasn't that simple to get over a person. "Still." 

"Well Marc is an ass." Lucas stated simply. He grabbed the hand that wasn't currently bandaged and squeezed it. "But don't woory you still have me." He winked. 

"Whatever." I snorted. I felt my phone vibrate in my cardigan sweater and Lucas took it out for me. His eyebrows furrowed at the number. 

"Answer it." I told him, still paying attention to the nurses instructions.

"Hello," I heard him ask. "This is her phone. Wait, what? We are on our way." 

I looked over at him and I saw an expression I've never seen before on Lucas. Fear.

He took a deep breath before saying, "Nadya, your mom and brother are in the hospital." 

 

Chapter 23::Jar of Hearts::Christiana Perri

                                 ~PART ONE~

"Grief doesn't change you it reveals you." -John Green 

     The hospital was all white, cold, and smelt too clean. My heels scrapped against the white tiles and I wrung my wrist in my hands, ignoring my bandages. Lucas sat beside me, his arm around my shoulders. I didn't feel comforted.

        My mother, one of the things I hated moet in the world. After all she has done to me. How she treated me... I was worried sick. And Max, my little brother who deserved a better mother and sister. I couldn't lose him. I barely got to know him. 

        "This isn't right." I said. I jumped up from the seat and rushed over to the recoptionist. I could see her eyeroll but I really didn't care. 

        "Are you sure I can't see them?" I asked again. 

        "I told you miss." she sighed. "You can't see them right now." 

        "Can you at least tell me that they're okay?" I begged. "Please." 

        "I can't." she stressed. She clicked away on the computer in front of her and a urse behing her looked over at me. 

        "Fine." I truned away and walked over to Lucas. 

        "Come on let's get you something to eat." he said pulling me into the direction of the cafeteria. Other people sat in the waiting room. Some looked more anxious than me. I was the only on repeatedly bugging the resecptionist. 

        But I hated waiting. I hated it. My heart fell like it was trying to beat out of my chest and the whole room was closing around me and I couldn't breathe until I knew my family was okay. 

        "No." I snapped releasing myself from his hold. "I need to stay here. In case... in case they have something new." 

        "Nadya..." he said hesitently. "You suffocating in here. We jut going down the hall, we'll be back." 

        "No." 

        "Nadya." he looked at me and I felt it. He understood. 

        "Okay." I said. "Fine." I walked with him over to the general direction of the cafeteria. 

        I could hear the whirring of the hospital doors behind me. And someone loud came stomping in. 

        "I'm here for Max Sterling." 

        The voice was frightenly familiar. If I thought my chest felt constricted now, I could barely get oxygen to my head. Please... not now, not with Lucas here. 

        Lucas tunred around to look to check out the commotion and in return I was forced to turn with him. And there he was, Tyler. He looked like a wreck. His hair was a mess and he looked out of breath. 

        "That patient isn't allowed vistors at the moment." the receptionist said. 

        "But I'm his father." he shouted. And there it was.

        "I'm sorry." she replied, not really seeming to pay attention. 

        I held my breathe waiting for Lucas to connect the dots as Tyler looked over at us. Lucas looked at him curiously and then I realized, Lucas doesn't know who Tyler is, what he was to me and what he did to me. 

        "Do you know him Nadya?" he asked, still confused. "He looks a little young to be your father." 

        I took a deep breathe. "That's because he's not."  

        "Nadya." he rushed over to me. "Have you heard anything?"

        I clenched my teeth and took deep breaths. "No. They aren't telling me anything either."        

        "Who is this?" Tyler said tensely. Lucas straightened at the threatening tone in his voice.

        "Don't start Tyler." I hissed. 

        "Don't start what? Huh, Nadya." he said. "Why didn't you call me? My son's in the hospital and you couldn't call? To busy slutting it up?" 

        "Hey." Lucas said with a warning tone. 

        "Me! What about you? When you found out about Max you ran." I said. 

        "No, I didn't! You and your mother ran." he shouted. 

        "Excuse me." a nurse said. "If you can take this conversation outside."

        "No, because this jackass thought he could judge me. How do you think I felt, huh? Telling Max about his father and why he wasn't there." I pointed my non-injured finger at his chest. "You cheated on me Tyler. And you left me and my mother to deal with it, alone." 

        "I was fourteen!" 

        "I don't give a-"

        "Miss!" it was now a security guard behind the nurse. "I need to ask you to leave!" I didn't bother replying I was alreay on my way out. 

 

  It was quiet outside the hospital apart from the cars cruising down the road and the occasional honking of the horn. It felt good to actually breathe. I took a couple deep breathes clutching my torso as I closed my eyes and focused. I tried to think, willing this all to not be true. This cannot be happening. 

        "Nadya!" Lucas called rushing out of the hospital doors. I rolled my eyes. 

        "I'm over here." I said. He turned to me and gave me a hesitant smile.

        "I thought you would have ran away." he said. When I didn't reply he approached me. "After that, Tyler guy." 

        "He's my ex-boyfriend." I sighed. "And my brother's father." The look on his face told me he already figured this out but it felt good to say it. 

        "Your mother is a-"

        "Yeah I know." I snapped. She was. She was basically every bad thing in the book. The emotional neglect and abuse she put not only me but Max through... She deserved every name. But I still loved her. Even when my dad was alive, I was always closer to my father. He understood me more, since we were more alike. My mother was more on the sideline. They were both only child’s with parents who passed away, so it was just my mom and my dad. Then he died and my mom died to. She stopped paying attention to anything but her grief. And that day she snapped.

        I didn't realize I was shaking until Lucas wrapped his arm around me yet again. We didn't talk for a while and I just breathed him in. He was still in his suit and I in my dress. My makeup was probably ruined from all the crying I did today. 

        "This was not how I imagined my prom." I said finally. "Thank you." 

        "It's nothing really." 

        "No." I looked up at him and he looked back down at me. "Seriously. My best friend-or supposed best friend-isn't even here. None of them are. But you. I didn't have anybody when my dad-"

        "No, Nadya Sterling they are not dead. Do you hear me?" he said. "You deserve so much more than that." 

        "Not really." I smirked. "I was a real mess the last time I lost somebody. Grief doesn't change you. It reveals you.” 

        "So was I." he shrugged. "But this is different. I didn't have anybody either." I keep forgetting that he went through the same thing. Orphaned. Like I might me.

                I looked away from him and back at the parking lot. I watched the cars and the people. No matter what happened to my brother and my mom, time wouldn’t stop. The world would not stop. Because to them, this was just another statistic, nothing personal. I took a couple deep breathes and turned my body directly to Lucas. “Can you take me home, there is something I have to do.”

 

                He didn’t even hesitate.

 

Chapter 24 

 

Stay With Me:: Sam Smith

           My home was eerily quiet when I entered it. I reached over and flicked on the light. Stepping in through tht threshold, Lucas locked the door behind me. I looked over at him and told him to wait there. I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands and climbed the steps two at a time. I reached the bathroom