Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter Fourteen ♕ - This Is Torment.

I follow his directions and soon we end up in a bedroom. It was pretty hot in there. Blue and black furnitures, blue sheets and curtains. A black bed and desk and a few pictures hanging on the wall were black too. There wasn't so many colors but it still looked decent.

"Welcome to my place." Lucas says, showing up from behind me. He scratches his neck and points over to the perfectly fixed bed. "Do you want to uhm...sit?"

"Sure."

I walk up to his bed and take a seat. It was fluffy and cozy, making me miss my own bed. 

Lucas comes up to me and takes a seat right next to me and turns to look me in the eyes.

"Why are you here, Matthews?" He asks, folding his hands and placing them on his lap.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Isn't that obvious, Friar?"

His eyes held a strong mix of confusion and something else that was hidden underneath the darkness in his eyes. Something I saw but never knew what it really was. He was too hard to read.

"Is it supposed to be obvious?" He asks.

"You haven't come to school for five days and the teachers started asking where you are." I roll my eyes and continue. "Of course, Zay -as always- gots your back and said you were sick."

He furrows his brows and shakes his head slowly. "So...?"

"So....they gave me your school work to give it to you." I watch him carefully as his mouth forms in an o-shape. 

"Oh..." He breaths out.

I nod. "Yeah...oh." 

He looks down at his hands and starts fiddling with his fingers. I watch him as he does it and notice the wrinkles on his forehead showing, his mouth in a thin line and the way he was fiddling with his fingers it made it look like he was somewhat...worried. 

I lean down, closer to him. "Are you okay?"

His eyes valse up and meet mine. And that's when I see it. Bitterness, misery. His eyes were in torment. Bitter, misery and torment. He was broken, but why? He is perfect. The hottest guy in school, everyone wants to be him, every girl wants him. He was Mr. Perfect. Every girls dream. 

"I'm fine, and I don't see why you'd even care, Matthews." He spits out. "You despise me."

I lean away from him and the way he let out his words. Like poison. 

"I do." I say, no hesitation. "I loath you. With every bone in my body."

He looks up at me and his face told me he was pissed at my words. But I didn't care. Why should I? 

"But I put those feelings aside when I see a problem." I put my hand on the sheets and he looks down at it and then up at me.

"Lucas-"

"There is one problem, Matthews." He says, face plain with no emotions showing except the ones in his eyes. 

I furrow my brows and tilt my head to the side. "What?"

He leans in and clenches his jawline, bitterness showing in his eyes. "There is no problem." 

I gulp and watch him as he doesn't make a move to lean away from me but only keeps his face close to me, intensely watching into my eyes. I felt the weird feeling in the pit of my stomach again, the weird feeling I got last time he was this close to me. 

"I can see it in your eyes, Friar."

The wrinkles on his forehead vanished and his jawline was unclenched, mouth partly ajar. His eyes showed misery and I wrinkle my eyebrows in pure and utter confusion.