Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter TwentyFive ♕ - Haunting Memory.

I feel him caressing my palm with his hand, "Tell me."

I open up my eyes, turning my head to look at him. His side profile was beautiful. The boy sitting next to me was just like my favorite season; beautiful, majestic, soothing and calming. 

"You really want to know?" I let a smirk form on my lips as I watch him. 

He throws a look my way and smiles widely, "You're killing me, Shaky. Tell me."

I giggle, grabbing his hand in mine. I put it on my lap, drawing circles on him hand. He didn't flinch, obviously not an enemy of tickles.

"Season changes," I say, my eyes glued to his hand as I continue drawing circles with my index finger on it. 

He nods, clearly lost. "Mhm,"

I hold back a laugh, trying not to show him how amusing it was, the fact that he had no idea what-so-ever about what I was saying. But he noticed when I snorted.

He looks over at me and makes a tsking noise with his tongue. "Riley! Don't mess with me, I'm serious." 

I put my hands up in surrender, a lugh escaping my mouth. "I'm-I'm sorry, Lu-Lucas."

"Seriously, Riley, tell me." He continues, irritated. "I want to know what is going through you mind."

I pout at him, pulling his hand up to my chest. "Aw, Lucas."

He rolls his eyes, pulling back his hand and placing it on the steering wheel. He didn't glance at me nor did he utter a word. He was playing angry, wasn't he?

I shrug, "Oh well, then I won't tell you." 

He shrugs, "Fine."

I sigh, "Fine."

"Good."

"Yeah."

There was a this silence for just a few seconds until he broke it.

"Riley! Tell me." He whined like a child. 

I shook my head, crossing my arms over my chest. "No, since you want to play child – fine. Both can play that game, Lucas." 

He groans, "Come on, Riley!"

I shake my head, determinded that I would not give up until he did.

He let out a loud sigh, sitting up straight. "Fine. If you want to play that game, you're gonna get it."

I give him a baffled look, my arms falling down to my lap. "Huh?"

He nods, not saying anything.

"L-Lucas, what are you doing?" I ask, looking in front of us. 

He was slowing down near an empty field. It was pitch black, no lights except the moon and the small stars. I look around at the place he was slowling down to. There were no houses, no people, no lights. It was giving me a weird feeling in the stomach, honestly. I mean, I trust him to not leave me stranded here, but come on, it's Lucas Friar. 

Wether I wanted to avow it or not, he is the biggest bad boy of Abigail Adams High School. 

He pulls over to stop the car on the sidewalk. Once the eengine was off and he took out his car keys he threw a smirk my way. I gave him another bemused look as he opened his door and stepped outside. 

I sit in the car, alone as I follow Lucas' shadow to the back of the car. He started to look around in the far end of his jeep, looking for something. 

No matter what he had back there, no matter what he tells me and no metter how much he pleades me to get out of this car, I will not step one foot out of this moving vehicle.