Luke’s arm completely caught me.
Behind was the cold hard wall, in front was his warm broad chest.
I leaned against his embrace, my mind blank.
“Why are you blushing?”
Luke suddenly lowered his head, his breath falling on my cheek:
“Now in this atmosphere… can I confess?”
41
Luke and I walked out of the teaching building side by side.
His basketball teammates rushed over to punch him: “Where the hell did you go! You and Parker are both jerks, not showing up, the coach was so angry he pushed the game to the day after tomorrow!”
I heard this and sighed in relief, thankfully it wasn’t over, there was still a chance.
Luke smiled and greeted them: “Then let’s do it the day after tomorrow, with me there, it’s a sure win.”
Their gazes intentionally or unintentionally fell on me.
I felt a bit uncomfortable and tugged at Luke’s clothes.
He looked down and directly held my hand: “Want to go eat?”
This action was tantamount to declaring ownership.
His few teammates winked at me, then gave Luke a thumbs
My face started burning again.
I struggled a bit, but he held on tighter.
- up.
Walking out of the playground, this guy finally lowered his head smugly:
“What’s wrong? Am I that embarrassing?”
I angrily punched him: “Taking advantage and still acting smug!”
But the next second, as we turned our heads, we unexpectedly met eyes with another person.
Parker stared at Luke and my intertwined hands, smiling coldly:
“Oh? So quickly someone wants you?”
42
Parker didn’t linger long, he just said this and left.
Luke sighed in relief, soothingly rubbing the back of my hand:
“It’s okay, now even if he goes crazy again, I’m here to share the burden with you.”
But I still felt uneasy.
“I just feel like I don’t know him anymore.”
When we were little, Parker and I lived up to the term “childhood sweethearts“.
10.35 AM
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Later, perhaps due to family changes, or going bad, he became like this.
Luke stroked my head again:
“I won’t let him bully you anymore.”
“Was I very weak before? And I even implicated you…”
He shook his head with a smile.
“If it were me, I’d find it hard too. When someone changes, but you still remember their past goodness, it’s more painful than if they were completely bad.”
“What about you?” I stared at Luke and asked: “Will you change?”
Luke’s smile faded, and he suddenly hooked my pinky:
“If that day really comes, you must slap me and call me a jerk, kick me away, don’t wronged yourself.”
43
Before the joint exam, I stayed at home to review.
My parents‘ attitude towards me had improved a lot, with fruit my mother brought placed on the table.
But just when everything seemed to be getting better, with only one day left until the joint exam, Luke’s absence made me realize something
was wrong.
I called him, over a dozen times, all unanswered.
At the corner of the corridor, I was stopped by someone.
“Where are you going?”
It was Parker.
There was still a bruise at the corner of his mouth, and a faint blood mark near his
The uneasiness in my heart reached its peak at this moment.
“Where’s Luke?”
His lips curled into a smile, but he looked exhausted.
My hand was caught by him, and he slowly, forcefully, intertwined our fingers.
Parker’s gaze fell on the depths of my collar, a barely noticeable red mark.
eye.
It was a mark left by Luke that day, careful, not daring to go deeper, yet exploratory, so faint it was almost invisible.
But Parker saw it.
His breathing became a bit heavy as he pressed on my shoulder and repeated: “Where do you want to go?”
“None of your business.”
“It’s okay.”
