Victoria's pov

"Luka?"

He's here. A part of me was slightly relieved, but another part of me was pissed. Pissed that he took so long to come, in addition to the anger I was feeling towards my shitty ex-boyfriend. He really chose the wrong time to come.

"What is it with you men and your terrible late timing?" I asked, turning completely towards him. He could see that I was not in the mood.

" Yea sorry about that. I got carried away in my thoughts" He mumbled as he scratched his neck awkwardly. I simply stared at him in disbelief. That's his excuse?

"Okay" I simply said before making my way to my cotton candy.

"Okay?"

"Yes okay Luka" I stopped to face him. "Look if you don't want to be friends, it's okay. You don't have to feel sorry for me and try to force a friendship you obviously don't want" I really wanted to get to know him and maybe help him, but you can't bring the horse to the water only to force him to drink.

Or however that saying goes.

He sighed again before explaining. "It's not that I don't want to be friends, Victoria. I just can't. It's just really hard to be" He admitted, looking defeated.

"Why? Why is it so hard?" He really caught my interest there. Why was it really?

"Can we go somewhere else to talk?" He asked nervously, and I nodded in agreement. Well this should be interesting.

***

Surprisingly Luka doesn't know many places in town, so I took him to Charlette's diner to talk. It was relatively quiet there, so we could talk without disruptions.

We sat in silence for a while before he chose to speak up.

"There's a lot of about me you don't know" No shit Sherlock.

I nodded, telling him to continue. "Some things you probably don't want to know..." He trailed, making eye contact with me as if warning me.

sure if I wanted to know, but my mind wouldn't give me a rest until I found

out, confusing me to the brink. What does that even

in that moment. It

in some mafia shit and your hiding from the police in the woods

you talking

for him aren't you? You tried to end it all and I stopped you. " I cursed under my breath. “You can't live with the guilt. You poor thing" I cooed placing my hands

you afraid madam detective?" He asked, his eyes dancing

maniacs in my home and now they know where I live.

finally concluded confidently. I couldn't

embarrassing. "I'm not a serial killer Victoria. And I'm not in some 'mafia shit' either" He

felt bad knowing I thought the worst about him, but who could blame me? He was so secretive and mysterious to the

his face as he watched me carefully, as if trying to read my

actually got a chance to take in his features. His hair seemed slightly messier than the first time I saw him, as if he was running his hands through it continuously. His face looked a lot younger too. I noticed he shaved, making him look 10 years younger and more fresh. His eyes were grey and

was something more than just a charming, broken

hope, but still I could sense that he doesn't know where

He said in a cocky tone, giving me a glimpse of a sense

"I was just-"

can I get you anything?" I beamed up at Nick

want anything?" I

He introduced, holding his hand out to Nick. I

on his heels and left, not before looking at me one

pulled me out of

a time but that was just some teenage crush. He knows I see him as a brother and nothing

doesn't still have

when someone is hooked. And he is"

was right, it wouldn't happen. I'm not

why it's 'hard' to be friends" I

I've never been friends with anyone outside of my- home... and it's been like that ever since. I knew someone who had friends from here though. She was such an adventurous and warm person"

coming out soft and gentle, trying not to startle him. This

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