❝ darling, let me trace the lines on your tattooed heart ❞
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WARNING: VERY SHITTY CHAPTER AHEAD. PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE.
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"I can't believe you decked Connor Streu. Twice!" Luke says, baffled as he passes the ball to me.
I stop it with my foot, digging my toe under it and bouncing it on my knee. "I fucking hate that guy." I grumble. Ever since Grace's breakdown after Claire's party, I've been handling her with more concern.
I knew from day one Grace had a troubled past. But I could never get it right. Now, I know from the stand-offish attitude that someone has left her. I know from the hesitation to take action was because someone else took advantage of her. I know that those bright green eyes are more shattered than I could ever comprehend. And piece by piece, I've been trying to put her back together.
"Why did you slug him?" He asks.
"He was just saying nasty things about Grace." I answer, keeping the real reason hidden. I don't want to tell Luke I punched Connor after Grace ran out because he and Claire humiliated her.
"I miss her being around and roasting you, it's refreshing," I pass the ball back to him. "So, when will you guys become a thing?"
"I still need to ask her to the formal." I say, embarrassed, keeping my eyes on the ball rolling back to me.
