chapter FIFTY SIX

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Lucas took a deep breath.

"Where were you?" His father asked him in a tone that had a worse impact on Lucas' heart.

"D-dad--" he tried but all that came out was a stutter.

His dad's words cut him short. "I can't care any less about where or whom you hang out with until the question of 'why' arises. I know it's that girl from the other day's party."

The brunette widened his eyes and shook his head.

"No- I was with Sean-"

"All I want to know is What do you have going on between you and that girl?" His dad's face was unreadable, but Lucas could tell he was upset to no end.

"I swear we have nothing going on!"

"I see." He scoffed. "Now you're taking her side. Didn't you see how your brother restricted himself from the low class people?"

It felt like the temperature had dropped down so low that Lucas' feet were frozen on the spot, just staring at his father's disappointed face.

The one thing everyone knows about Brady Carson Clark, a.k.a Lucas' dad, was that his priorities included his work and work and work.

Oh and did he mention pride in his work?

And constantly comparing Lucas with his brother was slowly turning into a day to day ritual that would probably never come to an end.

Even though he had all the witty replies sorted out, this day was entirely different.

Because Lucas' body was trembling at the mention of his relationship with Claire. He didn't know it himself.

"No, dad," he started. "She's just a friend of mine."

"Who turned into distraction?" His dad asked in a toxin tone.

Claire wasn't a distraction. Her affection was for he hadn't received something that he would endure for.

He shook his head slowly.

"It wasn't her." He paused. "It was.. art." Thump, thump, thump, and thumping harder and harder, Lucas' heart beat rose. "Yeah, I spent.. most of the time painting."

A look of unexpected terror washed over his face when his dad suddenly walked over to all of his drawings arranged neatly in the corner of the room.

"These?" He gritted his teeth, pulling out one of the delicate sheets.

Lucas barely nodded and before he knew, his dad was ripping it off into pieces.

Heart crumpling, eyes glistening, a wave of sorrow hit his chest so hard because it takes... Ages to complete one drawing. And just few seconds to rip it.

It takes ages to build up trust and a second to break it.

"DAD!" He screamed, lurching forward and pushing him away and standing in-between like a wall. "Don't- please- don't do this!"

"I had warned you, didn't I?" He asked.

"Please, stop!" He screamed when his dad walked around collecting all the art supplies and carelessly throwing it into a box he randomly found lying around.

"Brad?" Lucas' mum knocked on the door, interrupting the situation. Her eyes scanned the room. "What will you have for dinner?" She asked instead.

"You can make the choice." He replied, not even sparing a glance.

"Okay, love." She smiled and turned around.

"Mom!" Lucas cried. "H-hes taking them--"

So loud and clear but still unheard.

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Claire took a drag out of her cigarette and huffed out the smoke, walking from one end of the school's roof top to the other while Adam just layed down a few feet away.

Adam was tired and so he closed his eyes, facing the blue sky.

"Where did he go? He ignored my messages the whole day, for fucks sake." Claire grumbled, taking another drag.

"Chill, he'll be somewhere."

"Chill? Chill my ass." She rolled her eyes at him.

Her senses were clouded, as if all she could think of was whether Lucas was safe or not, whether he reached his home on time or whether Lucas was fine.

Lucas must know that his disappearance had caused chaos, and that she wasn't quite but happy about it.

She walked to one corner of the roof and stood for a while, gazing at the football and basketball fields. Except, football team were practicing and basketball team were not.

And as the field was empty, a small baby blue figure could easily be spotted... Or just that Claire could tell it was Lucas wearing a sky coloured sweater and sitting alone in the bleachers.

The cigarette in her hands, suddenly, was abandoned and Adam peeled his eyelids just a tad bit to see what was the weird squeal about that left her lips.

"What the f-"

"Lucas, you hoe," Claire clenched her fists.

A few minutes,- walking down the stairs to the terrace and running down the corridors and towards the basketball field,- later, she was storming down to the said boy and in one go, gripped his arm and yanked him up.

The poor boy, startled, gasped loudly and threw the book he had in his hands at Claire.

"Oh my god!" He shrieked. "GET AWAY FROM ME YOU POOP EATING MONSTER-"

"Lucas!"

"-oh. Claire?"

"How dare you--" she hissed at him. "How dare you ignore me, I've been worried sick,"

"It wasn't like that, I was upset-"

"Oh don't give me these reasons now, it's pointless. You've been dodging my calls, haven't you?"

"C-claire--"

He looked at her darkened gaze, feeling the tightening and bruising grip on his arm and her almost snarling at him... All together broke his heart.

Instantly, his lips wobbled.

"C-Claire," he bit his lips. "H-hurts."

He looked down at his feet, and let her see his glistening eyes for a mere second.

Claire's heart thumped in her chest, and she let his arm go, heat rising to her cheeks, watching his face redden worse than a rose.

"I'm sor-ry." He mumbled.

She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that he started shedding tears just because of her words. She couldn't believe how soft this boy was.

She didn't want to yell at him, she just wanted to show him how worried she was.

Well, she fucked up.

Yikes.

"..Lucas," she started, bringing her hands closer to his red cheeks, not before noticing how he flinched. "Don't cry, love."

Her thumb wiped away a year that rolled down his chubby cheek and his lips.

Oh how she wanted to bite them.

Lucas barely responded to that, and just leaned into her touch just a little bit trying not to be obvious.

"What's wrong, Lucas?"

"Nothing." He said.

"Did someone trouble you? Who do I have to beat up?"

"No-no one!" He shook his head at her.

"J-just.. was upset."

"Why, love?" She asked, bringing his chin up with her fingers so she could look into his crystal blue doe eyes.

Something about this made Lucas insides twist.

"Dad took my art supplies. He said I didn't get good grades due to art." He pouted at her unintentionally.

"That's all?" She asked.

He nodded.

"Where did you go yesterday after looking at your results? I searched for you everywhere. I was worried." She said, this time, softly.

"I-I went to Sean's house."

"...Sean?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

"Hm."

Lucas' eyes again glistened with fresh tears. "He took my art supplies!"

"Shh, Lukey. I know what to do. Just stop fucking crying."

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I loved this chapter coz it  was soft. I love soft LuClair.

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