"Are you sure you want to go back today?" Nash's voice reached me from where he stood near Nicole, his arms braced outward towards his sister as if to catch her should she fall. But Nicole had made wonderful progress over the last two days. She stayed bedridden for the rest of that Sunday after the crash and then ditched school Monday and Tuesday. Nash wouldn't let me go either, which meant I had spent two very long days with my very talkative cousin while Nash got the freedom to attend school and bring us our homework.
"I'm fine." Nicole insisted, gingerly inching toward the kitchen counter. She was still sore, that much was obvious, but she was getting tired of staying in bed all day
Nash seemed to follow her everywhere, making sure that she was comfortable at all times and babying her as much as possible. He used to treat her like that daily when we were children, I remember sometimes he wouldn't even let her hang out with him and his friends because he was afraid she'd get hurt. Nicole grew out of that phase though and became a strong woman that even Nash feared to anger.
But seeing her now, it was like we were six all over again.
She was lucky. I had always wanted siblings. Growing up as an only child could get so lonesome that my best friends were those that I created in my mind. While imaginary friends weren't popular amongst older kids, I kept my imaginary brothers and sisters well into middle school. Because of this, the other kids at school thought of me as weird and strange, which didn't help me make any friends.
I was just tired of being alone all the time.
"Kimber, help me get her bag." Nash instructed, following after his sister as she made her way towards the door.
I rolled my shoulders, hearing the sore muscles pop. Of course I felt like shit but I didn't want any pity from anyone, and I certainly didn't want Nash treating me as he was treating his sister. Besides, Nicole had been injured worse than I had. She deserved to have everyone fawn over her for a little while.
Not to mention she flourishes in the spotlight.
After Nash escorted his sister out the door, I grabbed her backpack and placed it over mine before heading out of the apartment as well. Getting Nicole down the stairs was a long trek and she snapped on Nash several times before we reached the parking lot, yet Nash still didn't back off.
We reached their car after a ten minute struggle of getting down the stairs. Mr. Armando had so graciously replaced their car overnight, his personal way of apologizing for Rico's reckless driving even though the crash was my fault. He also said it was to keep my cousins parents from finding out about the accident.
Either way, my cousins got a brand new car.
As we neared their car, I saw a different car sitting just on the other side of it. This other car looked extremely expensive, and was blacked out completely with windows so tinted I couldn't tell if someone was sitting inside. Until the door opened and the devil himself stepped out.
"Good morning, mi diosa." Lucas was dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a grey t-shirt with dark sunglasses shielding his eyes. It was a simple outfit but I still found myself gawking at his heavenly good looks. His black hair was spiked upwards today, which somehow complimented his chiseled jaw in a way I never knew possible.
"What are you doing here?" I didn't necessarily want to speak with him, especially since he made no effort to contact me since Sunday morning. It bothered me more than it should. So what if I was looking for a little closure?
Sue me.
"You're riding with me from now on." Lucas instructed, walking right to my side. He took Nicole's backpack off my shoulder and threw it through the open window of her new car, then he relieved me of my own backpack, "Get in the car."
I reached for my bag but he pulled it further out of my reach, "Give it back."
"Ask nicely."
"Give it back now."
Lucas smiled, leaned closer to me, and whispered, "No."
Nash had led Nicole to the car before returning to my side, hiding me slightly behind his shoulder, "No offense but after what happened Saturday night, I think we both know she's safer riding with us. So give me her backpack, we can't be late on their first day back."
Lucas eyed Nash carefully, at least that's what I thought he was doing since I couldn't clearly see his eyes behind his shades. I feared Lucas was going to start yet another fight, he seemed to do that a lot. But after a while, Lucas only smirked and shook his head, "If she wants her backpack, she'll have to come get it."
With that he turned and walked back to his car. He lowered his sunglasses, shooting Nash and I a wink, before disappearing back into the depths of his black cloud on wheels. I heard my cousin utter curse word after curse word, his fists clenching tightly. But before he was able to start something dangerous, I stepped in front of him, placing both of my hands on his chest.
"Calm down, there's no reason to get so worked up over this."
"I don't want you riding with him."
"I'll be fine. I'll text you when we make it to the university." I couldn't tell if he believed me so I drew his eyes away from Lucas' car and smiled at him, "Nash, I'll be alright. It seems like we'll unfortunately be spending a lot more time around Lucas from now on so this will give me a chance to lay down some ground rules. Just take care of Nicole, okay?"
Nash continued to stare at the blackened car but eventually he hung his head and nodded, "Okay, but of he tries anything, anything, you call me right away."
I hugged him quickly, "Of course."
When I climbed into Lucas' car, he was already watching me. Smiling, knowingly, "I knew you'd see it my way."
Before I even had my seatbelt on, he threw the car in reverse then tore out of the parking lot like a bat straight out of hell. I gripped my seat tightly as Lucas swerved in and out of the cars traveling down the same side of the road as us.
"So this is your first day back to school?" Lucas questioned, veering onto the opposite side of the road as he did so. His attempt at making small talk was a feeble one.
"Yes." I desperately fought to click my seatbelt into its lock, even though flashbacks of being stuck upside down in my seat in a wrecked car was constantly plaguing my mind.
Lucas chuckled at my fear, "Don't worry, I wasn't the one who crashed into you. That was Rico. If I had been driving, that accident never would have happened."
I didn't know how to reply back to that so I remained quiet for the rest of the ride to school. Lucas slid into a parking spot in the very front row, which was ultimately impossible unless you got to school at five in the morning. However, after looking out the window and realizing the entire first row was made of up Lucas and his gang, I now understood why no one took these spots.
Rico was leaning casually against a car, talking with Lucas' cousin Carlos and some other guys I was unfamiliar with. Rico looked much better than when I saw him last, on Sunday morning he was all bruised and scratched. Then again, so was Lucas and he looked completely healed.
"Alright, listen here buddy." I started, turning in my seat to face Lucas who was still wearing his sunglasses and sipping at a travel mug filled with coffee, "I'm not sure what's going on with this whole drug cartel thing but if I have to spend time with you then we need to get a few things straight."
"Good idea." Lucas agreed then numbered them off his fingers, "Don't talk to me unless you have to. Don't look at me unless you have to. Don't call, text, or FaceTime me unless you have to-"
"I get it, stay out of your life." I snapped, was it even possible to be that annoying, "And in return you won't talk to me, you won't look at me, you will not pick me up in this death trap every morning. And as soon as all of this is over, we both walk away and never ever see each other again. Deal?"
Lucas removed his sunglasses, giving me sight to those gorgeous green-blue eyes once again, then bit his lip in thought. But soon he was shaking his head, "I have a few issues with your proposal."
"Like what?"
"Like the whole damn thing." Lucas shifted in his seat so he was facing me as well, but even in this car he towered over me, "I was just kidding. I will talk to you, I will look at you, and you best believe I will be at your cousin's apartment every morning to pick your sorry ass up. My apologies, mamacita, but from now on I'm not letting you out of my sight."
My eyes narrowed in anger, "Why?"
"Because first of all, you're the daughter of a Secret Service agent. You're an enemy to my father and to me so I've got to keep an eye on you. Secondly, if the people around here figure out who you are, you'll be dead before Christmas." Lucas explained this second part slowly, as if I'd miss its importance if I weren't listening carefully, "Face it, princesa, you need me."
A sickly sweet smile spread over my face, "What I need is for you to take that ginormous ego of yours, and shove it right up your ass."
With that said, I threw my door open and slammed it shut behind me. He got out just as fast as I had, leaning over the top of his car to glare at me, "Don't make a scene."
"I'm not." I replied. But behind him I saw Rico and the rest of Lucas' pack watching us carefully, their eyes flashing from me to Lucas then back to me. Knowing how mad it would make the monster who drove me here, I rose my hand into the air and waved, "Morning Rico."
"Morning, Kimber." He replied, smiling but more so in confusion than anything else.
Lucas' jaw locked in anger, his eyes darkening. Awe, was someone upset at being ignored? Well join the club. I leaned over his car and whispered, "Have a good day, asshole."
Then I turned and began the long walk to my first class. I half expected Lucas to follow after me but when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him still standing near his car, now surrounded by his gang with a cigarette hanging from his lips.
That reminded me of the puncture marks on his arms. There were so many of them, some were scars while others were fresh. Maybe even from that same day. At first I couldn't believe that Lucas abused drugs, he was a lot of things but a druggie wasn't one of them. At least that's what I thought until I found out his dad was the freaking leader of the drug cartel. It's not like it would be hard for Lucas to get the drugs, and his parents certainly wouldn't oppose to him using.
My pocket buzzed and I instantly remembered I was supposed to text Nash. I pulled the phone from my jeans and saw Nash's text, Do I need to kick some ass?
I laughed at his concern and quickly typed back, No I'm fine. See you after school.
At least Nash cared that I was hanging around a criminal, because clearly my dad didn't. Seriously, what kind of father encourages his daughter to befriend the son of the drug cartel's leader? Maybe he had his reasons but there were plenty of other ways to go about this entire situation, and there were plenty that didn't involve me spending every day with Lucas.
So why did my father trust Mr. Vasquez so much? They must have been good friends back when they worked together but things change, people change. Sometimes for the worse. My dad hadn't spoken with Mr. Vasquez in what seemed like a very long time, so how could he possibly know whether his old friend was still a good man or not? How could he know if his only daughter was safe with him?
Did he even care?
I shook my head to rid it was of such awful thoughts. Of course my father cared about me, I was his only child and before I left for college, we were two peas in a pod. He was one of my only friends, besides my mom.
"Hello, earth to Kimber." I heard someone saying as they snapped their fingers in front of my face. I blinked several times then saw Jillian's worries eyes watching me.
I smiled, "Good morning, Jill. What's up?"
"Don't even pretend, you know I'm going to ask about it." She twisted at her everlasting braids, noticeably nervous, "So are you okay?"
My lips pursed. I should have known better, "Nicole told you didn't she." It wasn't a question but more of a statement because I honestly didn't need to ask.
"Nicole told everyone." Jillian informed, hitching her bag higher on her shoulder, "Half the school is waiting for her to show up so they can ask her about the crash. What happened? You left the party early and I thought you were going home. Why were you way out on the back roads?"
I ran my fingers through my hair in embarrassment, "I needed to blow off some steam and I didn't see the other car coming. But we're fine, we're both fine."
Jillian dropped her gaze and fiddled with her braids restlessly, "Rumor has it that Lucas crashed into you."
My fingers lifted to scratch at the cut on my forehead, "Damn my cousin to hell."
"So it's true?"
I raced through several different ways to explain this so it didn't sound as bad as it would if I told the truth, but Nicole had probably already written a book about our incident by now. So I had no other choice than the truth, "Well yeah, but Rico was the one driving and I was the one who pulled out in front of them. They had the right of way and I wasn't paying attention."
"You were the driver? Oh my gosh, are you okay?" Jillian was a sweet girl and her concern for me was appreciated but I was trying really hard to pretend that that crash never happened. After all, Mr. Vasquez replaced the car and Lucas' cousins cleaned up the crash site. If it hadn't been for Nicole's big mouth, no one would have found out.
"I'm fine, Nicole is fine, we're all fine." I dismissed quickly, waving my hand around to diffuse the situation.
"That cut on your head looks pretty serious."
"I'm fine." I repeated, looking Jillian directly in the eye. She seemed to understand and nodded, falling silent. I felt bad for snapping at her but there was just too much going on. I excused myself to my first class after that, there was no way I was going to be late to that class again.
Luckily, when I got there, most of the students were already sitting down. They were listening to music or scrolling through Facebook or preparing for class. I managed to slip into a seat and get my notebook out before the whispers started. I had expected the rumors but not the intensity. It was like a monsoon of hisses had erupted amongst our classmates and I was the cause of it.
Well I thought I was the cause of it.
Turns out Lucas was.
"Hola, mi diosa. Think you could get away that easily huh?" He sat himself down in the seat next to me, the scent of his cologne invading my nose at an alarming yet desirable rate. I closed my eyes, partially relishing in his aroma while partially hating myself for my undeniably bad luck.
I hid my face in my hands, "What are you doing here?"
He shrugged, his shoulders bumping into mine, "Well you decided to leave before we were done talking. So I figured I'd sit in on your lecture to make sure we get time to talk afterwards. Because you seem to have this irrational belief that you get to make the rules when in actuality, I'm in charge."
"Okay fine, we'll talk after class. Just get out of here before the professor shows up." I didn't have to look around to know everyone was watching us. And the whispers had stopped, everyone was listening to my conversation with this criminal.
"Did you stop to think maybe I want to sit in on the lecture because I think the subject is interesting?" He asked so casually, almost as if he wasn't some crazy stalker following me around.
My eyebrows rose, "Really?"
"No." He snickered, tossing his head back as he laughed, "I don't even know what class this is."
Besides his sarcastic attitude and terrifying reputation, Lucas actually looked like he belonged here. He fit the whole college boy stereotype and it momentarily made me question why he came to such a small college, but then I remembered who his father was and why Lucas needed to stay off the grid.
"Hello class, let's get settled in. We have a long lecture ahead of us and I want to get through everything as quickly as possible." The professor announced as he walked in through the door, setting his briefcase down upon the table.
I had learned over the weekend that his name was Professor Duncan, a well respected man at the university. Because of his status, I made it one of my goals to prove to him that I would work hard in his class. I didn't want him to classify me as a bad student just because of my tardiness on my first day. My notebook was out, a pencil resting on top, and my attention was focused solely on him.
Well it was...but then I felt Lucas' knee brush against mine, and I suddenly became very aware of how close we were sitting. His elbow was almost touching mine, his arm was only an inch or so away. Either I felt the heat radiating from his skin, or the room was on fire.
"Mr. Vasquez, I was unaware that you were in this class." Professor Duncan announced once he turned around and saw Lucas sitting right beside me. The Professor lowered his glasses and stepped around the podium from where he would conduct his lecture.
All eyes fell on Lucas and I, and the whispers returned.
"I'm not, sir. I'm just here to assure property cooperation." Lucas said this so calmly, as if he were in a business meeting as opposed to crashing the Professor's class. Not to mention the fact that he just refereed to me as property.
Professor Duncan stared at Lucas for a long time, no doubt questioning whether the rumors he had heard were true or not. But whether he believed the gossip or not didn't matter, he knew he held no power over the infamous Lucas Vasquez. That much was clear to nearly everyone in the room, and I suddenly realized just how screwed I truly was.
"I see." Professor Duncan replaced the glassed on the bridge of his nose and crossed his arms, "Do I need to be concerned about you disrupting the education of my students?"
Lucas grinned innocently, then turned to face me directly and declared, "That's up to them. Sir."
Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment flushing them to a bright red. Not only was Lucas now ruining my chances of getting on the Professor's good side, but he was causing a way bigger scene than I had at his car. What ever happened to forgive and forget?
"I'll make a note of that." Professor Duncan shifted his gaze to me, disappointed and cautious, "Let's hope my students stay focused then."
He lowered the lights to begin his lecture and I sunk so low in my seat that I could barely see the screen. Lucas was enjoying himself way too much, he didn't take notes or pay attention for that matter. His amused gaze was locked on me the entire time. If we weren't in a lecture hall full of students and an already angered Professor, I would have jabbed my pencil into Lucas' eye.
The hour dragged on painfully slow, eternities passed.
When the lights finally switched back on, I gathered my things and raced from the room as fast as I could, the Professor's eyes burning a hole in my back as I made my escape.
Once out in the bright light of an otherwise beautiful day, I made a dash towards a cafe. I usually sat in there for an hour or so until my next class started but today I would use it as a refuge from the nosy eyes of my fellow students.
Could this day get any worse?
"You better wait for me, princesa."
That voice, the voice of the devil. How could Lucas do that? How could he embarrass me so blatantly without even a hint of remorse for his actions? What made this whole thing worse was the increasingly simple fact that I had done nothing wrong to him. I came here knowing nothing about his father, my intentions were not to sell out the Vasquez family to my father.
All I wanted was to get away from the violence but all I found was more.
My skin began to tingle as it always did when I became too emotional. I had never experienced a panic attack but my mother said this condition was my body's personal way of relieving stress. My skin would crawl, I'd go through a fit of cold sweats, my body would tremble, and there was usually a lot of crying involved. But that was only if an extreme were to happen.
Like the shooting at my high school.
My mom said this condition was similar to Posttraumatic Stress Disorder, but my own version of it. My own personal hell as I liked to call it. I hated talking about it though, there were so many people out there who had gone through much worse things and they had legitimate reasons to be afraid.
I did what I could to control it, deep breaths often helped and removing myself from whatever situation had set me off was usually a decent cure.
However, this time, the situation was storming after me.
"Kimber, stop walking." Lucas' voice was deep, demanding. And I obeyed because I feared what he would do if I didn't. He caught up to me in seconds and stepped in front of me, his cologne surprisingly calming my nerves. Well until he opened his mouth anyways, "Who the hell do you think you are?"
I pressed two fingers to the cut on my forehead, hoping it would dull the pain I felt sparking there, "Seriously Lucas, you have the audacity to ask me that after what you just did? You made a fool out of me in front of my entire class and my Professor."
"Stop being so dramatic, they'll forget about it in a week." Lucas murmured. At first it sounded like he honestly didn't care, but then I realized he just didn't care anymore. There was rumors surrounding him every second of every day, he must have gotten used to everyone making assumptions about him.
Well I wasn't like him. I was a good person from a good family, "What is the matter with you? Why won't you leave me alone?"
He crossed those large, tan, muscular arms over his chest, sighing impatiently, "Didn't you hear what my father said? There are people after his throne, people willing to kill. Do you get that? Kill. This is serious shit, Kimber, and if they find out who you are..."
His heated voiced trailed off, letting me piece together the rest of his sentence. So I only had two options at this point; deal with Lucas or die. Maybe leaving Chicago wasn't such a great idea after all.
I rubbed at my temples, trying to dull my growing headache. On top of all my aches and bruises from the car crash, I was pretty sure I had a concussion as well. Lucky me.
"I'm sorry."
That was the absolute last thing I thought I'd ever hear come out of Lucas' mouth. I looked back to him in complete disbelief, utterly speechless. He stood before me with his hands shoved in his pockets, his eyes watching me carefully, his mouth frowning. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he looked almost apologetic.
"For what?"
Lucas' hand reached forward, his fingers brushing my bangs away from my forehead, revealing the cut from the crash, "For that."
I backed away from him, cognizant of those closest to us who were now watching our exchange, "You didn't do anything."
Lucas placed his hand back into his pocket, cocking his head to the side like a puppy, "You are an awful liar. Better hope the cops don't ever catch us."
My mouth went dry at that statement. I couldn't be friends with Lucas. His mood swings were dangerous, as was his entire existence. And my parents would literally skin me alive if I were ever arrested. My father was a law abiding citizen, a true role model. It would break his heart if I tarnished his good name.
I stepped backwards again, reminding myself that I had to breath in order to stay conscious, "We aren't friends Lucas. We are only doing this to keep our families and each other safe and that's the end of it. Once this is all over, you'll go back to your life and I'll go back to mine."
"Why don't we share one?" His pick up line was cute, and the small smile tugging at his lips was even cuter. But he wasn't a good guy and I couldn't get caught up in his problems when I already had a mess of my own.
"Isn't there someone else you can pester for a while?"
"Yes but you're much more fun than any of them."
I crossed my arms, "You said you wanted to talk about some rules so let's talk about rules. I want to get this done and over with so I can continued on with my day."
Lucas sighed and shook his head, "All business, no pleasure. But if that's the way you want it, I guess we can skip right to the details. Follow me to the cafe."
He turned and started off towards the cafe without hearing my answer which no doubt would have been a snooty retort anyways. He didn't hold the door open for me, though I wouldn't have held it open for him either.
The cafe in general was very cute. It was more like a coffee shop, with different colored walls and small wooden tables with a variety of different styled chairs. Portraits of random people and things were placed all around the cafe along with several bookshelves, heavy window curtains, and exotic rugs. The entire cafe had a strong bohemian feel to it, but I loved it.
Lucas led me to a table in the back corner, with a small window displayed just above our heads. The table was tiny and round, with two brass chair covered by plush clothes. There was an ancient oil lamp sitting in the middle of the table to provide light with two menus tucked underneath it. It was a cute little nook, and if I had been with anyone else, it probably would have been a wonderful experience.
"Want anything to eat?" He asked as he dug for a pencil from his bag.
I rolled my eyes at his fake friendliness and tapped his shoulder with a pencil of my own, "Let's just get this over with."
He smirked at my eagerness but nodded and relaxed into his chair, "Okay. Let's start with the most basic rule, you ride with me to and from school every day."
As much as I knew Nash was going to hate this rule, I wrote it down on the paper anyways. It was a rule that I could deal with so my cousin would have to as well. Lucas watched me write it, his eyes seemingly bewitched by the movement of my pencil, "What else?"
Lucas thought about it and started listing things off, "You'll stay with me until ten o'clock every weekday and from dawn until dusk on weekends. You're only allowed to go to parties if I or one of my guys is with you, no leaving town by yourself or at all for that matter, and since you'll be with me most days I can't imagine why you would need friends so none of those either."
"You're kidding me right?" I laughed, dropping the pencil and crossing my arms. This man honestly thought that I was going to sign over my life just because he said I should?
Lucas shrugged and locked his hands behind his head, "These rules will keep you safe and I've only named off a few. I could keep going if you'd like."
I sucked at my teeth and picked up the pencil again. Lucas smiled, he thought he was going to get what he wanted. Too bad, I didn't do well with rules anyways, "Let's try this again. I will stay with you until nine on weekdays and from noon until whenever I wish on weekends. I will go to parties whenever I want because we both know that you'll probably already be there. I will leave town if there is proper reason for me too and I will have all the goddamned friends that I want. How about that?"
Lucas was watching me with an expression I hadn't seen on him before. He looked...startled. But a moment later that ever present smirk reappeared on his lips and he cleared his throat, "I guess I can agree to these terms. However, there is one more rule that must be clearly understood."
"And what's that?"
His countenance became much more serious and those gorgeous eyes darkened, "You're free to ask me questions about whatever you want, but I have the freedom to deny answering them."
What an odd thing to say, "You have that freedom anyways."
He nodded and folded his hands on the table, "This is different. You're not from my world and a lot of things are going to confuse you. I encourage you to ask questions because the more you know, the more likely you are to survive this, but there are certain things that I will not answer. Is that clear?"
I rose one eyebrow, "Um, sure."
"Good." He stood up, stretching as he did so, causing the hem of his shirt to ride up when he rose his arms into the air over his head. I glanced at the tan flesh peeking out from under his shirt and almost died when I saw the beginning of his v line muscles.
I snapped my eyes back down to the table before he caught me drooling but damn, it was hard not to, "Y-yep. All good."
Lucas dropped his arms, lazily picking up his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, "Glad we got that out of the way. When is your last class?"
I swallowed as I busied myself with putting my notebook and pencil away, "Um, at three."
"I get done at two so I'll wait for you in my car." Abruptly, I felt his cheek against mine as he leaned over my shoulder from behind, "Don't be late."
Maybe Lucas was secretly a Greek God or something, I had heard myths of them portraying as humans to mock our weak minded species. It would certainly explain why I felt so meek whenever Lucas was around and why Lucas seemed to have such power over women.
So he was a Greek God, that was cheating.
Lucas straightened himself and left, though I saw him smiling. Of course he knew how charming he could be, but I wondered if he knew how much of an asshole he could be. I watched him leave the cafe, his backpack swung loosely across one shoulder. From the outside, no one would be able to guess his true identity.
But I knew better.
"Was that Lucas you were just talking with?" A girl asked from across the cafe. She was at her own table with a group of people sitting besides her, their eyes either on me or on Lucas' fleeting body. Great, another rumor to add to the never ending list.
I stood up, gathered my things, and left without answering the preppy brunette. I already had enough on my plate and satisfying the prying questions of strangers was just too much for me to deal with.
Once outside, I saw a group of girls fawning over Lucas who was standing a decent distance away, talking with Rico. The two of them spoke in hushed tones, then laughed about something I would never know. It was actually quite appeasing to see the two boys conversing so lightly, as if their lives weren't fucked up beyond explanation.
Rico must have noticed me staring because he waved at me before blowing me a kiss. Lucas instantly whipped around, his eyes landing on me. His whole body stiffened, darkened. I rolled my eyes and caught Rico's kiss, resulting in Rico pumping his fist high into the air. I giggled before waving good-bye to the both of them. Rico waved back casually while Lucas seemed to wave me off more or less. How rude.
So Lucas had given me these rules to 'keep me safe' huh?
Let's see how many of them I could break.
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