her star boy - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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Devyn
Maybe I know I shouldn't be doing this, which is why I don't tell Serena, Aadyah or Evan. I just told Reen that I'm heading out, without telling her that Luis Pierce was picking me up in his expensive car.
DEV'S FIT^
It isn't a good idea, but when Luis asked to hang out, I said yes. Because I wanted to, and he's not the same guy that broke my heart when I was eighteen. Well technically he is, but mentally, I just don't think that's him anymore.
It's Friday evening, my first day off this week, and Luis hasn't told me where we're going. He's just driving quietly, his finger tapping on the steering wheel, the music low. His eyes are on the road, so I allow myself to look at him for a moment.
Like he feels it, he glances at me, catching me red handed. He smirks, because he's Luis Pierce and he loves himself.
When we pull into the parking lot of a stadium, I frown.
"It's closed," I tell him.
"I know," Luis leans across me to push my door open, then unclips my seatbelt before getting out of the car himself.
It's such a gentlemanly move that it makes me laugh, because I have no idea who this man is right now.
When I round the car he takes my hand, and it's not very friendly of us at all, but I'm not quite sure we've ever known how to be friends. He takes me through an entrance that isn't the main one, using a key card with his picture on.
"Athlete's door, away from the crowd," he explains, leading me through it.
And then he takes a couple turns and we're standing at the opening to the pitch, where the athletes run out.
I turn to Luis, my eyes narrowed, and he grins at me, pulling his hand from behind his back, and revealing a football. He holds it with ease, as if it isn't near enough the size of my head.
"No way," I cross my arms.
"Come on, Banks. I saw you at the event the other day," he throws the ball up high and catches it. "You've got moves."
"Luis, I promise you, if you put that ball anywhere near me, I'll lose my—"
It's at that exact moments that the ball comes flying towards me. I hold my hands out instinctively, managing to catch it. Then I look up, gape at the man that just tried to kill me.
He cups a hand to his mouth. "This is where you're supposed to run," he stage whispers.
And for some reason, I turn on my heels and take off in a sprint.
It's exhilarating and absolutely terrifying and I laugh loudly because I know I have no chance against him. I think Luis is holding back, though, because he doesn't catch me in 2.5 seconds like I thought he would and the wind pushes my curls back and it's so crisp.
I glance over my shoulder to see Luis, and it's a mistake, because I lose my footing and stumble over my feet. Luis is in front of me in the 2.5 seconds I knew he was capable of, grabbing the opening of my jacket with both hands just before I crash to the ground. He pulls me forward, close to his body and my heart is racing and I feel lightheaded with excitement.
Luis's grin is everything. I want to etch it into my memory so that I'll never forget it again. It's so all-consuming that I barely register when our faces are inches against. When his nose brushes against mine. When I drop the football in my hands to the ground and steady myself by gripping on to the waist of his hoodie.
Luis is looking between my eyes and his are so familiar and warm, and then he mumbles, "Fuck friends," and then his mouth is on mine.
Kissing Luis Pierce is intoxicating. His mouth is soft and chilled from the evening breeze and so is his hand when it finds the back of my neck. He kisses me like I'm dear and he adores me and I grip his hoodie, keeping him close. And when I part my lips as an invitation, he groans as his tongue slides between them, deepening the kiss dizzyingly. He tastes like mint and smells like Luis and I'm immediately addicted to it.
I pull away, and Luis's mouth chases mine, his lips parted and cheeks flushed, and he rests his forehead against mine.
For a moment, neither of us say anything.
And then my phone begins to ring, bringing me right back down to earth.
I let go of Luis and he lets go of me as I fumble in my coat pocket for my phone. I turn my back, take a few steps away so my mind will clear and look down to see an unknown number. I accept it, bringing my phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" my voice is breathy and it's a little embarrassing.
"Hey, Devyn," it's a woman's voice.
"Who is this?"
"It's Maddison Reed. From high school."
I frown, and my stomach churns. "Maddy?" I whisper, taking a few more steps to put distance between Luis and I.
"Yes. How have you been, Devyn?" she asks, as if we're old friends catching up. When in reality, she fucked my boyfriend.
"Why are you calling me, Maddy?" I ask bluntly.
"I, uh... I saw in the media that you and Luis Pierce are spending time together again..."
I roll my eyes at this, the lightweight feeling I had turning sour. "Right. I guess you wanted to remind me that you two hooked up behind my back?"
"No. I spoke to my priest, and he told me the only way I'd be able to release myself from the guilt was to confess." Her voice is soft and matured since the last I'd heard it. "I have a husband and a child now and I feel like my actions from the past are still weighing others down, thus weighing me down-"
"I'm sorry Maddy," I interrupt, "but what are you talking about?"
"Luis and I never slept together, Devyn."
I frown. "Excuse me?"
"Lord forgive me for wanting to, even though he was with you. But he was in my room, drunk out of his mind, and he fell asleep almost immediately. I don't think he'd have done that to you Devyn, not ever."
"But he woke up without his shirt," I tell her as if that means what she's saying can't possibly be true.
"He took it off, and got straight into bed. His eyes were closed the moment his head hit the pillow." Maddy delivers everything so softly and none of this makes sense.
"You told me you slept together, Maddy," my voice breaks.
"And I am sorry for that, Devyn. Truly. I wanted to hurt you, for reasons I'm not entirely certain of, but most likely jealousy. I thought Luis would tell you the truth, but he didn't, and the two of you broke up."
"Because he didn't remember," I feel my heart begin to shatter, the way it did when she first told me.
When I glance over my shoulder at him, he's throwing and catching the football in some kind of drill. He has a game tomorrow.
"I'm sorry Devyn." Maddy's voice draws my attention again. "If I could go back—"
I hang up the phone, because she just told me Luis and I lived five years of our lives built on a lie.
For a moment or so, I don't move, just limply hold my phone in my hand and stare at the screen.
A hand on my elbow takes me out of it though, and I turn around.
"Hey, if you think you're getting out of training with me..." he frowns when he sees whatever he sees on my face. "Dev what happened?"
I shake my head at him, still frowning, still trying to fight against the lump in my throat and the pain in my chest.
"Devyn," Luis is in front of me then, my chin in his hand, he's brows furrowed with concern.
I look at him and how much he's changed and how I lost it all to a lie. I thought I loved Luis Pierce and he cheated on me. But he didn't. And that's too much for me.
My resolve shatters and tears spill from my eyes and Luis flash with fear and he pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me.
I haven't cried like this since that day. I cry into his chest and he rubs my back silently and when I pull back his jumper is soaked.
"I'm sorry," my voice is hoarse.
He shakes his head, dismissing whatever I'm sorry for. "Let me take you home, Dev."
We walk to the car in silence and I debate whether I should tell him. He deserves to know, but he has a game in less than 24 hours and I don't want to take his focus from that. It's important to him.
When we reach the car. I make my decision.
So when Luis asks, "What happened, Dev?" in a devastatingly soft voice, I tell him the truth.
"You didn't sleep with Maddy."
I look at Luis and he frowns at me. "What are you talking about?"
"She just called me," I take a deep breath. "She lied. You fell asleep without even going near her."
Luis doesn't say anything else. He just stares at me for a moment. And then he leans back in his seat and covers his face with his hands. The only sound in the silence is our breaths, and I fight desperately to hold back tears.
When Luis's shoulders begins to shake silently, I lose it.
I pull his head down to me and hold him in my arms while he breaks down in a way that is so unlike him. I've only seen it once before.
He cries and I know why, because of the guilt and the lost time and it's all heartbreaking.
He cries because of what we lost together. And I feel it too.
Maybe I know I shouldn't be doing this, which is why I don't tell Serena, Aadyah or Evan. I just told Reen that I'm heading out, without telling her that Luis Pierce was picking me up in his expensive car.
DEV'S FIT^
It isn't a good idea, but when Luis asked to hang out, I said yes. Because I wanted to, and he's not the same guy that broke my heart when I was eighteen. Well technically he is, but mentally, I just don't think that's him anymore.
It's Friday evening, my first day off this week, and Luis hasn't told me where we're going. He's just driving quietly, his finger tapping on the steering wheel, the music low. His eyes are on the road, so I allow myself to look at him for a moment.
Like he feels it, he glances at me, catching me red handed. He smirks, because he's Luis Pierce and he loves himself.
When we pull into the parking lot of a stadium, I frown.
"It's closed," I tell him.
"I know," Luis leans across me to push my door open, then unclips my seatbelt before getting out of the car himself.
It's such a gentlemanly move that it makes me laugh, because I have no idea who this man is right now.
When I round the car he takes my hand, and it's not very friendly of us at all, but I'm not quite sure we've ever known how to be friends. He takes me through an entrance that isn't the main one, using a key card with his picture on.
"Athlete's door, away from the crowd," he explains, leading me through it.
And then he takes a couple turns and we're standing at the opening to the pitch, where the athletes run out.
I turn to Luis, my eyes narrowed, and he grins at me, pulling his hand from behind his back, and revealing a football. He holds it with ease, as if it isn't near enough the size of my head.
"No way," I cross my arms.
"Come on, Banks. I saw you at the event the other day," he throws the ball up high and catches it. "You've got moves."
"Luis, I promise you, if you put that ball anywhere near me, I'll lose my—"
It's at that exact moments that the ball comes flying towards me. I hold my hands out instinctively, managing to catch it. Then I look up, gape at the man that just tried to kill me.
He cups a hand to his mouth. "This is where you're supposed to run," he stage whispers.
And for some reason, I turn on my heels and take off in a sprint.
It's exhilarating and absolutely terrifying and I laugh loudly because I know I have no chance against him. I think Luis is holding back, though, because he doesn't catch me in 2.5 seconds like I thought he would and the wind pushes my curls back and it's so crisp.
I glance over my shoulder to see Luis, and it's a mistake, because I lose my footing and stumble over my feet. Luis is in front of me in the 2.5 seconds I knew he was capable of, grabbing the opening of my jacket with both hands just before I crash to the ground. He pulls me forward, close to his body and my heart is racing and I feel lightheaded with excitement.
Luis's grin is everything. I want to etch it into my memory so that I'll never forget it again. It's so all-consuming that I barely register when our faces are inches against. When his nose brushes against mine. When I drop the football in my hands to the ground and steady myself by gripping on to the waist of his hoodie.
Luis is looking between my eyes and his are so familiar and warm, and then he mumbles, "Fuck friends," and then his mouth is on mine.
Kissing Luis Pierce is intoxicating. His mouth is soft and chilled from the evening breeze and so is his hand when it finds the back of my neck. He kisses me like I'm dear and he adores me and I grip his hoodie, keeping him close. And when I part my lips as an invitation, he groans as his tongue slides between them, deepening the kiss dizzyingly. He tastes like mint and smells like Luis and I'm immediately addicted to it.
I pull away, and Luis's mouth chases mine, his lips parted and cheeks flushed, and he rests his forehead against mine.
For a moment, neither of us say anything.
And then my phone begins to ring, bringing me right back down to earth.
I let go of Luis and he lets go of me as I fumble in my coat pocket for my phone. I turn my back, take a few steps away so my mind will clear and look down to see an unknown number. I accept it, bringing my phone up to my ear.
"Hello?" my voice is breathy and it's a little embarrassing.
"Hey, Devyn," it's a woman's voice.
"Who is this?"
"It's Maddison Reed. From high school."
I frown, and my stomach churns. "Maddy?" I whisper, taking a few more steps to put distance between Luis and I.
"Yes. How have you been, Devyn?" she asks, as if we're old friends catching up. When in reality, she fucked my boyfriend.
"Why are you calling me, Maddy?" I ask bluntly.
"I, uh... I saw in the media that you and Luis Pierce are spending time together again..."
I roll my eyes at this, the lightweight feeling I had turning sour. "Right. I guess you wanted to remind me that you two hooked up behind my back?"
"No. I spoke to my priest, and he told me the only way I'd be able to release myself from the guilt was to confess." Her voice is soft and matured since the last I'd heard it. "I have a husband and a child now and I feel like my actions from the past are still weighing others down, thus weighing me down-"
"I'm sorry Maddy," I interrupt, "but what are you talking about?"
"Luis and I never slept together, Devyn."
I frown. "Excuse me?"
"Lord forgive me for wanting to, even though he was with you. But he was in my room, drunk out of his mind, and he fell asleep almost immediately. I don't think he'd have done that to you Devyn, not ever."
"But he woke up without his shirt," I tell her as if that means what she's saying can't possibly be true.
"He took it off, and got straight into bed. His eyes were closed the moment his head hit the pillow." Maddy delivers everything so softly and none of this makes sense.
"You told me you slept together, Maddy," my voice breaks.
"And I am sorry for that, Devyn. Truly. I wanted to hurt you, for reasons I'm not entirely certain of, but most likely jealousy. I thought Luis would tell you the truth, but he didn't, and the two of you broke up."
"Because he didn't remember," I feel my heart begin to shatter, the way it did when she first told me.
When I glance over my shoulder at him, he's throwing and catching the football in some kind of drill. He has a game tomorrow.
"I'm sorry Devyn." Maddy's voice draws my attention again. "If I could go back—"
I hang up the phone, because she just told me Luis and I lived five years of our lives built on a lie.
For a moment or so, I don't move, just limply hold my phone in my hand and stare at the screen.
A hand on my elbow takes me out of it though, and I turn around.
"Hey, if you think you're getting out of training with me..." he frowns when he sees whatever he sees on my face. "Dev what happened?"
I shake my head at him, still frowning, still trying to fight against the lump in my throat and the pain in my chest.
"Devyn," Luis is in front of me then, my chin in his hand, he's brows furrowed with concern.
I look at him and how much he's changed and how I lost it all to a lie. I thought I loved Luis Pierce and he cheated on me. But he didn't. And that's too much for me.
My resolve shatters and tears spill from my eyes and Luis flash with fear and he pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me.
I haven't cried like this since that day. I cry into his chest and he rubs my back silently and when I pull back his jumper is soaked.
"I'm sorry," my voice is hoarse.
He shakes his head, dismissing whatever I'm sorry for. "Let me take you home, Dev."
We walk to the car in silence and I debate whether I should tell him. He deserves to know, but he has a game in less than 24 hours and I don't want to take his focus from that. It's important to him.
When we reach the car. I make my decision.
So when Luis asks, "What happened, Dev?" in a devastatingly soft voice, I tell him the truth.
"You didn't sleep with Maddy."
I look at Luis and he frowns at me. "What are you talking about?"
"She just called me," I take a deep breath. "She lied. You fell asleep without even going near her."
Luis doesn't say anything else. He just stares at me for a moment. And then he leans back in his seat and covers his face with his hands. The only sound in the silence is our breaths, and I fight desperately to hold back tears.
When Luis's shoulders begins to shake silently, I lose it.
I pull his head down to me and hold him in my arms while he breaks down in a way that is so unlike him. I've only seen it once before.
He cries and I know why, because of the guilt and the lost time and it's all heartbreaking.
He cries because of what we lost together. And I feel it too.
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