Chapter 19
My head whips up, and see Adam standing by the front of the entrance of his room.
My eyes widen, and my hold on the file looses slightly, but I tighten my hold on it before it can fall down.
Matching his glare, I close the file, and stand up, clenching it against my chest.
"What are you doing, Emma?" He asks, his voice lowering in a way I've never heard before.
Even though I have no idea what he's capable of, I'm not scared of him.
Which is why, no filter was present when I spoke to him. "What am I doing? Why the fuck do you have a shit ton of information about me in your bedroom?" I shout, lifting up the file in evidence.
Adam's glare hardens, but he doesn't say anything.
I raise my eyebrows when I don't get an answer. Deciding enough is enough, I begin walking toward the exit, but freeze when Adam suddenly moves, stepping closer inside, and shutting and locking the door.
I step back at the sudden closeness.
His glare is still plastered on his face, and I rest a hand on my hip as I hold the file in the other. "If you're trying to make me feel threatened, you're failing. I'm not scared of you, Adam."
I look up, and purse my lips as if I'm thinking. "And considering you know all of this," I lift up the file again, "I'm also assuming you know I'm a witch."
Adam stares at me blankly, so I continue. "I will fucking shoot you out of my way, Adam," I ground out, and I finally get a reaction from him.
A laugh.
What?
"Try me, Sunshine," he tests, smirking.
Raising my eyebrows, I tilt my head to the side. Without lifting my hand, the three drawers that were part of the desk flies out, and aims for Adam.
But before it reaches it's destination, Adam raises his right hand, freezing it in the air.
My eyes widened.
Suddenly, the drawers fall down on his carpeted floor with a thud, which spills all the contents onto the carpet.
Following that, behind me, a louder sound erupts. I discreetly look behind me to see his desk in pieces.
I look back to him with my breathing accelerated.
Unamused by my expression, he moves down to pick up the three drawers and throws them onto his unmade bed.
He rises soon after, towering over my 5'6 frame.
He inspects every inch of my face, and I lose my shocked expression, and switch it with a blank one.
He throws his head back, as if he's asking God why this is happening to him.
After he's done with his little prayer, he looks over my shoulder and side steps around me.
I spin around and find him looking outside, as if someone is watching us.
Once he's satisfied, he moves back and shuts his blinds.
"Sit on the bed, Emma," he asksâno, demands.
I raise my eyebrows, staying stubborn. He groans, and rubs his hand over his face in frustration.
"Please," he whispers, and I take a deep breath.
Whatever, I wanted to sit anyways.
I hold the file tightly, and move around him to sit by the edge of the bed, close to the door.
He begins once I'm seated. "I'm a witch hunter."
He deadpans, and I'm at a sudden loss of breath.
"I'm not going to kill you Sunshine," he whispers, in a surprisingly soft voice.
Our gaze connects, and his blue eyes look deadly rather than welcoming. "I was sent to Berkeley to gather more intel from you," he explains.
I look down to the file resting on my lap, then back to him, eyebrows raised.
He gets what I'm saying, and answers. "I was given that. And I needed to find more."
"Why? Why spy on me?" I finally speak.
"There's a lot you don't know," he sighs.
"Then tell me!" I shout.
He looks off to the distance, and sighs, not saying anything else.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "Was any of it real?"
His head whips around, and looks at me. He shuts his eyes tightly, and his jaw moves as he's grinding it.
His silence spoke volumes.
"Who are you working for?" I ask, even though I know I'm probably not gonna get an answer.
"My dad's best friend. My dad is his second in command, so I... I have to listen to them. They may not kill me, but they'll torture me to the point that I'll want them to. If I listen to their goddamn rules, I don't have to worry," he admits, shockingly easy.
He stares at me intensely, and suddenly his gaze softens. "I told the boss I wanted out after you almost got... raped by Brandon. I liked you, Emma."
Suddenly, his gaze hardens, and looks away from me. "He didn't let me go obviously. To follow that, I found out Jasmine was the one to pay Brandon 500 dollars to try to make it seem like he'd rape you," his jaw clenches, and my eyes widen.
"W-what?" I whisper.
He laughs darkly, and began pacing in front of me. "She wanted to test my loyalty. She wanted to see if I felt something for you. And I did. So, I failed her test."
I shake my head. No. She may not be my friend, but how can a person do that?
She shot Lucas. She paid a man half a thousand dollars to almost rape me.
I think I'm gonna throw up.
Standing up on my wobbly legs, I head to his door, but get blocked halfway by his hard chest.
"I'm telling you the truth. I was forced into this, Emma. Jasmine came into this wholeheartedly. She would jump head first when she would have to kill one of your friends," Adam pleads, begging for me to believe him.
"Who gave you this, Adam?" I ask slowly, sticking out the file.
He sighs. "The boss. He gave it to me, and told me to protect it with my life," his index finger twitches on his right hand, and I push the file to my chest, preventing him from grabbing it from me.
How does this boss man know all this stuff about me?
Suddenly, the silence between us is broken with the ringing of a phone.
My phone.
I twist around and see I set it on his desk. Which is now lying on the ground.
I cringe and follow the ringing. Once I see my phone is okay, I pick it up and answer.
"Hey," I try to say casually.
"Did you find anything?" Lucas asks right away.
I look at Adam, then the file in my hand. "Sorry dad. I didn't."
He growls suddenly. "Fuck. Get out of there now. If you didn't find anything in there, I want you out."
My eyes widen at his demand. Since when did he give a shit what or what I don't do?
"Oh no. Yeah I'm leaving now," I begin acting afraid in front of Adam, which I know is working when he furrows his brows in worry.
"Now, Emma. Get out now," he demands before hanging up.
I sigh, and look back to Adam. "I have to get home. My dad's acting weird right now," I say, and Adam slowly nods his head.
He looks at the file in my hand, and then back to me. "How about I make you a deal. You can see everything in that file another day, but you have to leave it here."
"Why do you think I would trust you to leave it here?" I raise my eyebrows, and he shrugs.
"You just have to believe that I won't touch anything," he admits.
I stare at him, and decide to keep it here. Plus, I don't want Lucas asking a million questions.
I set the file on his bed, and make my way to his bedroom door.
Once I've unlocked it, I hear his voice behind me. "Remember what I'm saying, Emma. You have to be careful of who you trust nowadays," that is the last thing Adam said to me before I left his house.
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Once I got into Lucas's car, I drove straight to Jason's house.
I got there in 15 minutes â mostly because I was driving pretty slow, thinking about everything I learned at Adam's house.
Jasmine was the one to pay Brandon 500 dollars to try to make it seem like he'd rape you.
I'm a witch hunter.
I was sent to Berkeley to gather more intel from you.
My mind cannot focus on one thing, and instead runs around, tormenting me about the information I don't know.
As I'm parking into Jason's driveway, Lucas is sitting by the steps, texting on his phone.
I look at the other car in Jason's driveway, and see it's another one of Lucas's cars. This must have been the car they were in when I was at Adam's.
Once he sees the cars headlights, his head shoots up, looking directly at me, even though his windows are tinted.
I get out of the car, and Lucas stands up, moving until he's standing in front of me.
The silence is deafening as I give him his keys. His gaze locks with mine, and without looking away, he takes his keys out of my hand.
"Get your asses in here!" Jason shouts from inside, breaking the staring contest Lucas and I were having.
Without saying anything, Lucas spins on his heel and walks inside, leaving me alone.
I still don't understand what happened, I cry out inside.
By the time I'm inside, I see two fuzzy blankets on the long couch in front of the TV, and a bowl of buttered popcorn on the table in front of the couch.
Shutting the door behind me, I quickly take off my shoes and slowly walk inside to find Jason on his knees in front of the TV, searching through some old DVDs.
"District 9?" Jason shouts, his attention still on the disk he's holding.
"No!" Lucas shouts, I'm assuming from the kitchen.
"Maybe you should pick the fucking movie if you're so picky," Jason grumbles under his breath, but when an empty water bottle is flown across the room, hitting him on his head, I'm guessing Lucas heard him.
Jason's head whips to the side, and glares. "I'm getting you back for that, just letting you know."
"You know I'm much more stronger than you, right?" Even though I can't see him, I know Lucas has an arrogant smirk on his face.
Jason grumbles a curse or two, but continues looking for a movie.
I chuckle at their behavior, and move to sit on the couch.
Soon after, Jason groans loudly, turning to face me. "Okay Em, we're down to two movies. The 40 Year-Old Virgin or Hangover. You decide."
"The 40 Year-Old Virgin," I say immediately. Just thinking about that movie makes me giggle.
Suddenly, Lucas emerges from the kitchen with a victorious smirk on his face. "Ha! She chose the one I picked."
Jason flips him off, and puts the DVD inside his Blu-Ray player.
Lucas goes back to the kitchen, and in seconds, he's back with a handful of snacks, including BBQ Lays chips, Sour Batch Kids, sweet chili heat Doritos, and Reese's cups, which contain two inside.
I look down to hide my smile that's threatening to come out.
Once Jason has dimmed the lights and sat on my left, Lucas aims the Sour Batch Kids perfectly to him. "Enjoy."
Lucas takes a seat on my right, and holds out the BBQ Lays chips, waiting for me to take it.
I go to take it, and as I'm wrapping my hand around it, my fingers brush against his.
Quickly looking down, I take the bag out of his hand.
When we were kids, Lucas and I always had stuff in common.
We liked Reese's cups, sweet chili heat Doritos, and BBQ chips.
And we always shared because our moms would never let us buy all three for ourselves.
Jason plays the movie, and I look up and watch the movie begin.
Halfway through the film, my hand goes back down to grab a chip when Lucas puts his hand in as well.
We both stare at each other as we pull out a chip from each hand, Jason oblivious to what's going on.
He throws the chip in his mouth without taking his eyes off of me. Just as I'm about to turn away from him, He points his bag of chips in my direction.
I can't help but smile softly at his offer.
Grabbing a Dorito, I can't help but wonder, maybe we are finally mending our friendship?
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I yawn, and move my now sore neck the other direction.
Once I'm more comfortable, I try to fall back asleep, but fail.
But that's when I notice that whatever I'm sleeping on, is moving.
Suddenly, my eyes widen, and I sit up, realizing I passed out on Jason's couch with Lucas sleeping next to me.
The blanket that was thrown over the both of us does nothing to cover my exposed thighs from how my romper was raised throughout the night.
I look back to Lucas and see him sleeping soundly, peace written all over his face.
All of a sudden, something grips me on my left hip, and I turn to see Lucas's arm around me.
Oh God, what have I gotten into.
I try standing up slowly, but Lucas tightens his hold on my hip.
I cringe, realizing what I have to do. Slowly, I peel off his hand from me to avoid waking him up, but I know I've failed miserably once his eyes start fluttering open.
Fuck me.
Once Lucas assessed the situation, his eyes widened in anger, and jumped away from me.
He was across the room so fast, I would have thought he was never beside me in the first place. "What the fuck Emma?" Lucas snarls, and I widen my eyes.
"Me? What the hell did I do?" I ask.
"Why the fuck didn't you keep your distance, you know I fucking hate the slight touch from you," I can tell by how scrunched up his face becomes, he's grinding his teeth.
I shoot up from the couch, letting the blanket fall off of me and onto the ground. "What the hell is your issue, Lucas! I thought we were okay!" I whisper loudly, and suddenly, a dark laugh is released from Lucas.
My breath caught in my throat by the sound. "We were never okay, Princess. You're the most delusional human that has ever walked this planet. Just grow up, and leave me the fuck alone," he turns to leave, but I open my mouth before he can.
"You know what Lucas, fuck you! I was always here, and you pushed me so far, that I don't even know where the hell I am. I did nothing to you. And you treat me like trash beneath you." Tears are threatening to come out just by the thoughts of our destroyed friendship that I thought I buried years ago.
"My heart hurts, Lucas. You were the kindest person I knew, and then turned to the worlds largest asshole in just a matter of days. I missed you,' I confess, but I immediately cringe when Lucas's blank expression, hardens.
"Well that Lucas died a long time ago, Princess. So grow up, and leave me the fuck alone because I want nothing to do with you." At that, he turns around, and walks out of Jason's house.
I didn't realize a tear left me until he left.
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Well... that ends one chapter.
The next chapter will include something I know some of you have been asking yourselves.
Why, does Lucas Scott hate Emma Sullivan?
I hope you liked this chapter, I'm so glad to be back to writing!
Thank you for reading lovelies! Enjoy the next chapter! Xx