Game On, Pretty Boy. ♕ RUCAS

♕ Chapter TwentySix ♕ - The Dream-Boy Thief.

I shake my head and sit down on the enpty seat. Taking one look at the food in front of me I hear my stomach screaming for food. I snort, digging in to the food. The delicious taste touched all my taste buds, dancing a beautiful valse in my mouth. I felt the feeling of puré and utter pleasure. 

Mom sure does know how to cook delicious food. Thank God for that.

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"I should've picked you up and you know it, Riley."

I roll my eyes, slamming my locker shut. I turn to look into the forest green eyes. Placing my hand on his broad chest, I smile.

"Lucas," I say. "Please, I'm fine with walking to school."

He shook his head, "Well, I'm not." He crosses his arms over his chest, giving me a hard look.

I, once again, roll my eyes. "Lucas–"

"No," He cuts me off. "Riley, I'm your boyfriend. I want to do boyfriend-ish things like give you rides to school," he starts counting up things, using his fingers. "taking you out shopping for hours, watch sappy love movies with you, for Gods sake, braid your hair if I must!" 

He threw his hands up in the air, raising his voice at the end. I laugh, placing my hand over his mouth, making him shut up. 

"Shh," I laugh. "Lucas, you don't have t–"

"I want to." He says when he takes my hands in his. He was serious, I could see it in his eyes. 

I tild my head to the side, smiling. "Really?"

He nods, smiling like a fool. "Of course! Riley, look," he heaves a sigh, students passing us as they give us puzzeled looks, probably wondering why the hottest and most popular guy in school was holding my hands. 

His eyes meet mine and I'm out of my thoughts. 

"I want us to be something more than just the new couple. We can pretend that we are just getting to know each other," he stops, biting the inside of his cheek. "which we...basically are...but never mind," he shakes his head. "what's important is that, I want to really be there and do girly, boyfriend-ish things with and for you."

I let him suffer, not giving him a direct answer. I knew what I was going to say. Obviously, yes. I want that too, all of it. We must know each other, we want to be there for one another and we want to do the couple-ish things with each other. Even if that means me following him to parties and he watching 'The Notebook' or 'Endless love' with me.

"Okay," I smile, holding a tight grip of his hands, smiling upas I meet his eyes. He looked buffled by my answer but soon, his lips tucked upwards into a smile. 

"Really?" The excitement was rising with his voice, just like his eyes were. 

I nod and he smiles cheekily, leaning in to give me a peck on the lips. As he did that, I didn't think about where we were. A gasp was followed by another gasp and soon, the whole student body was standing in the hallway, watching me and Lucas with hawk eyes and their mouths haning down. 

I stop and my eyes go sun-size wide as I realize that I was now, for the first time, the center of attention and it did not feel good. At all. I let my eyes fall around the hallway, some girls were bawling their eyes out, some were scrowling at me and throwing daggers my direction. Of course they were, I was making out with the most popular boy in school, every teenage girls dream boy.

I was now the girl in the movies and the books that stole their heartbreaker. The dream-boy thief.

"Who's that whore?"