"this mess of emotions got this body questioning"

sabrina claudio — "orion's belt"

It feels like I have been waiting for Lucifer an eternity since I came out of the gym. Me staring at my phone a thousand of times to entertain myself is one of the things I've tried to do repeteadly, but all I have in my head running like a little kid on a playground are his words; "I don't give a shit about anyone, but her—" But her? What did he meant by that? Is the "her"... me? How could I answer that? It's not like I can just go to him and ask, can I?

No—! What am I thinking? I can't just go and say "Hey, you know when you talked to your coach that you were going to keep that secret, whatever it is, to yourself so I'm safe? Yeah, well I heard all of that. And, yeah, just like your brain is thinking, I also heard you saying that you care about her! Is that fucking me?"

Yeah.

Seems normal, right?

My brain is confused and sleep deprived that a slight headache starts to appear in my head. Like a knife is hanging from the back of it and it's there, leaving me to deal with the pain until it's out.

Trying to put the pieces together, the night of the party comes back to my head. I thought that their rivalry was stupid and childish, but after tonight and what I've heard—  I'm not so sure. Damian? Is his group the one that has to go down? If that's right, Lucifer wasn't lying when he told me he belongs with dangerous people. Why is Damian coming to the party a sign— like Covaliov believes? And why does Lucifer doesn't want to believe it? Yesterday he told me that Damian's group did something, is that the same thing Covaliov and Lucifer were talking about?

And who are they after? Damian? No— it can't be him. He's a boxer like Lucifer is, he doesn't have the power that Covaliov does— does he?

Why was Covaliov persistent about me being safe? What do I have to do with this? The conversation started because Covaliov saw me and Lucifer talking, we were fighting, what about that caught his attention?

So far I have... nothing. More questions than answers. Apparently Damian is dangerous. He showed at the party and because of that, Covaliov says that the story is repeating itself and he's worried. He doesn't want to fail again. And Lucifer doesn't want to believe it.

Those pieces at least fit together. Me? I'm just a piece of the puzzle that's flying around alone because the pieces around me are lost and I don't fit in no matter how much I try to think about it.

I need to find out what happened years ago, the story is clearly the pieces that are gone.

Realizing that I'm standing by the door while my brain tries to put all the hints together, it all reminds me of the movies I love so much, crime and mystery. Scooby Doo but instead of funny little humans playing monsters, it's all real. And having to put my own brain into this without having an single answer it makes me feel like Shaggy instead of Vilma.

And with Scooby Doo's hunger.

"Lilith?" Lucifer stops my thoughts by calling my name. I lock eyes with him and see the helmet on his hand while he's handing me the other. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah— sure." I slowly nod grabbing the helmet and placing it on my head.

Lucifer immediately starts the motorcycle after I sit down behind him and place my hands around his waist, just like times before.

I want to focus in the scenery around me, or even in the sound of the engine, but I can't. My head can't seem to forget about anything. What am I supposed to do now? Should I follow my curiosity and keep finding out more?

The best answer would be leaving, ignore the situation and keep living my life like normally. I know that my brain won't forgive me for doing so, the urge of knowing and the curiosity would tear me apart some day, but what can I gain from finding out more? Is forgetting about this the best option?

Probably yes— right?

As soon as I walk inside his apartment a wave of weirdness runs through my body, like I'm in a place where I'm not supposed to be.

"You can sit down, I'll be right back." Lucifer says pointing at the couch as he leaves me behind alone in the room and I take off my backpack to place it on the floor.

I look around the room still remembering it, it's the same place where Colin had his party the night before, and even if this time it's completely empty it still looks the same: dark and cold.

"Do you want something to drink?" Lucifer yells from the kitchen, where I suppose he's at.

"No, thank you." I reply with the same tone as him.

My surroundings are so strange to me that I stop for a moment. I feel so out of place, so disorientated that I close my eyes letting out a big breath out while I sit down.

This, how he's behaving with me, me in his apartment doing a project for our class... is isn't our normal type of situation. We usually fight or flirt with each other, in a scenario not so normal like this one is. We are just two classmates doing a project, what's so weird about that? Nothing, but still, I can't help but feel like I'm not supposed to be here.

No matter how much I try I can't get Lucifer's words out of my head, and I feel even more uncomfortable than before.

I hear Lucifer walk inside the room. I turn to see him and the glass of water on his hand. His hair is messy and his eyes are glued on his phone, but once he arrives at the couch in front of the one I'm sitting he quickly leaves it on his back pocket and sits down. Grabbing a pen, this movement that he does it leads my eyes to stare down and admire his tattoos. They look big in comparission with that pen, it makes me wonder how different it is to mine. He's a relaxed, slowly breathing and focus on the paper, that in this second, as I'm staring at him while writing something on his notebook, I understand a part of why I'm feeling out of place: I'm seeing a part of him that I never saw before.

And with that, for the first time since I left the gym my head seems to ease about everything that had happened before just to let the desire to stay there and stare at him for as long as I can take over.

"Are you ready to start?" He asks me and I blink a couple of times before slowly nodding. I grab my pen and my book inside of my backpack, ready, ignoring the hundred of questions on how does Lucifer manage to make me feel like this.

[...]

"In conclusion, love makes you stupid." I say as soon as Lucifer finishes reading on the computer the fifth articule of the night about the famous couple, Bonnie and Clyde. I rest my back on the coach letting out a long breath trying to keep all the information in my head, when Lucifer turns to look at me, confused.

"What?" He asks.

"What do you mean what?"

"Who was stupid?"

"Bonnie!" I say loudly, sitting straight again. "She wanted to be writer and a poet! But because she, stupidly, fell in love with Clyde she ended up in this whole mess."

"I don't think it makes you stupid." He replies and then waits for my response, but I want to know more about his thought so I stay quiet. Him, noticing this, continues: "It makes you do things you've never thought before. And because you're in love with the person that wants to do them, you do it."

"Yeah," I nod resting my back on the couch once again "stupid."

"Are you saying that if Bonnie didn't fell in love with Clyde she would've just gone out and became a famous poet? Be happy instead of being with Clyde?"

Even if I do believe that can be true, there is another part of me that believes something else. "Oh, she was happy. Clearly."

Lucifer tilts his head to the side and then rests his hands on the couch, backwards to his body so they can hold him straight. "Why?" He asks gaining a little smile from my lips.

"I think she loved it. She loved the rush and the adrenaline this whole thing gave her—" Lucifer is intrigued on my words, I can tell. He's carefully listening to me. I lean closer to him, resting my elbows on my knees. "She saw it as a movie. The amount of pictures that show she glamorised it, being on the run and belonging to something like that." I point to the picture of Bonnie holding a gun while a cheeky smile is on her lips that's brightly shining on the computer. "Because of it there's a part of me that believes she loved the rush and the fame more than she loved Clyde." I finish softly, shrugging my shoulders.

Lucifer doesn't reply immediately, he's slowly nodding while moving his tongue inside his mouth. His absence of words make me feel impatient, like he isn't going to talk ever and let me overthink myself out of my own words. "So you're saying she didn't love him like the movies and articules show us?" He finally says.

"I'm not saying that—"

"There's people that do see love as the most important thing in the world, Lilith." His words were let out so passive aggressive that something clicks inside of me. He clearly meant them to be more than just something inoffensive and it's towards me, maybe even criticising my way of seeing things.

"Fine," I start with a more firm tone "what if I say that Bonnie wasn't in love with Clyde after all? At some point, she wanted to be a famous poet, right? What if she saw this opportunity with him and took it?"

"Then you would be wrong." He replies more calmly than me.

"Why? Do you truly believe that she loved him?"

"Yes, because she fell in love with him before even all of that happened." His tone is becoming louder the more he's talking, his calm self didn't last long. "Clyde wanted to be a good worker when they met and Bonnie knew that, there wasn't an opportunity to take then."

"That's what the articles tells us."

"Are you questioning it?"

I shrug my shoulders. "You always have to question it."

"Why are you so opposed of the idea of Bonnie being in love with Clyde? Are you that against love?"

"No— I'm saying that love isn't such a big deal." I say after taking a breath out. My tone is calmer than before, still, my chest wants to tell him off and contradict him. "It doesn't matter if she was or not, she did all of that for him, being his number one for everything and look how she ended up: dead. They're not even buried together. Love is stupid and it doesn't get you anywhere."

He lets out a tiny laugh and then shakes his head, making me roll my eyes. "I think you're seeing this like a fifteen year old."

"If it gets me a good grade because we wrote a whole ass essay about how Bonnie didn't love Clyde, then so be it. Teachers love when you question stuff." I grab the computer to start typing on the empty doc.

The only thing that we can both hear is the sound of my fingers touching the keyboard, but then, Lucifer moving on his seat on the couch makes me look at him for a couple of seconds. He's staring at me while biting the corner of his lower lip, like his mind is processing something in silence. I go back to the computer screen and let out a breath out. My chest is getting more nervous at the thought of having his eyes on me, so focused. He doesn't have a better thing to do than just stare at me?

He always has the need to disagree with me, always have something to say, the biggest mouth of them all.

Lilith, you're exactly the same.

What— No I'm not!

Maybe that's the part of him that we hate, the part that remind us of ourselves.

Shut the fuck up... bitch.

Rude.

"I'm sorry." Lucifer says out of the blue. I lock eyes with him confused on his sudden words that I unintentionally take off the computer out of my lap and lift my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. "It was my fault we both got locked up in the dining hall and that you got three hours of sleep," is he actually apologising? "if it wasn't for me you... wouldn't be saying all of this non sense."

Yeah, it didn't felt right. That sounds more like it.

"Your apology was going so good." I shake my head after rolling my eyes.

He lets out a tiny laugh and then looks down after holding his hands together and letting his elbows rest on his knees. "I'm serious."

"Then that's a shitty way to apologise." I reply when as quick as the wind a wave of guilt runs thought my chest. He's being sincere and here I am, being an bitch. Even if that takes me places sometimes, right now I want to finish the project as fast as we can so it's all over. And being in good terms with him, sounds like a good option.

I can't believe I'm even thinking this.

"I followed you. So is not fully your fault. Mostly, but not all."

"So you're saying sorry too?" He smiles jokingly at me.

"No—"

"You are." He quickly nods without taking the smile out of his face.

"No I'm not."

"Lilith Avery is apologising to me? This day had to be a holiday for the future years!"

Even if I want to roll my eyes and sound annoyed, like I always do, not letting him get his victory as soon as he says those words (absolutely contradicting my last thought— I know), his words make me let out a genuine laugh and shake my head, as he's raising his hands into the air celebrating.

"You're an idiot."

His smile grows even bigger. "Thank you."

"Since I "apologised" to you, I think I have to do it to Colin too."

"What did you do?"

"Well—" I say remembering my last words to him "when I'm tired I tend to be more mean."

Lucifer lets out a smile and lifts his eyebrows. "More mean than usual?"

I flip him off. "Shut up. I told him about how I was gonna grab Cupid's arrow and shove it up his ass."

"Why were you two talking about Cupid?" He says after letting out a chuckle.

"We—" I can't tell him the real reason, Colin teasing me with him and saying we would make a good couple. Instead, I simply just shrug my shoulders. "You know, Colin and his jokes."

"Don't worry about him," he says shaking his head "he probably forgot all about it."

"Really?" He nods. "He's an interesting person."

"The best friend you could ask for."

I smile at him. "I bet."

We both keep staring at each other as we smile, those couple of seconds are making my body experience a lot of things and not knowing what the are intrigue me even more. My heart is speeding and my stomach has a weird twist to it. My brain is screaming at me to look away but my body isn't listening. It's telling me to stop whatever is happening and end the night right where we are, not wanting to know what can happen next.

I should.

But my body is, still, not listening.

"Did we just agree on something?" He asks and I let out a tiny laugh. Grabbing a pillow that's next to me, I throw it at him as I shake my head. He quickly grabs it while I say: "You and me? Agreeing on something? Never—"

You want to get out but then you follow his joke? Seems like you're contradicting yourself to the fullest, Lilith.

At this point, brain— I don't even know what I'm doing.

I really need to sleep.

Lucifer is about to say something else while his eyes are on me when his phone rings like he just received a message. Annoyed at the tiny thing interrupting us, he grabs it from his back pocket as a sigh escapes him. His green eyes are reading the message on the screen intriguing me on the inside, soon enough, he closes them with strength as he blocks his phone and leaves it on the side table in front of him.

What's the message all about?

"Fuck— Not tonight."

"What happened?" I ask him the second he gets up from the couch and proceeds to take off his jacket to grab another one that is on the side of the couch.

"I have to go." He replies without looking at me, he's too occupied with preparing himself to leave his apartment.

"Alright," I say shrugging my shoulders and putting my notebook inside my backpack "we can continue another day—"

"Damn," he cuts me off "is that the time?" I look at him to see his eyes glued to the phone screen once again. Turning to see my phone inside my backpack, the numbers 12:34 AM make my mouth slightly open, surprised.

"What?" I ask softly. "Time went fucking flying."

Lucifer seems pretty agitated as he's looking for things around his apartment, putting random things inside his backpack and constantly checking his phone.

Where does he have to go?

I walk towards the door with my backpack in hand, waiting for him.

He suddenly stops and stares at me. "Fuck, I can't take you to your dorm."

"What? It's fine, I'll take a taxi." I say calmly. That doesn't seem to be good enough for Lucifer, he immediately shakes his head.

"I can't wait for you to take it."

"I'm gonna be fine, Lucifer, it always takes less than five minutes to come."

"Fuck—" he lets out in a whisper. He closes his eyes and I want to grab my phone to order a taxi, but a long sigh coming out of his mouth stops me. "Damn it, Covaliov."

"What about Covaliov?"

"I can't let you go back by yourself." Saying as he opens his eyes, he also walk towards me.

"Why not?"

"Because Covaliov—" Lucifer cuts himself once he arrives in front of me. Worried, he lets out another sigh as he shakes his head, hanging his backpack on his shoulder.

"Because what?" I ask since he doesn't talk again.

"Nothing."

Is this about the whole thing about keeping her safe?

But Lucifer believes nothing is happening, why is he agreeing with Covaliov now?

Lucifer stares at me like an idea just came to his head. Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like it? "Come with me."

Well... I was right.

"Where?"

"I have a fight tonight." He grabs his keys and opens the door by my side, ready to leave the apartment behind. He quickly walks through it and I follow him with quick steps since he is clearly in a rush, not caring if I have to run to catch him.

"Right now?"

"Right now," he nods when we both start to go down the stairs "a boxer pulled a muscle while stretching and we can't lose this one. Coach was the one who texted. He wants me to fight." He suddenly keeps his mouth shut. He better let go of the whole situation. I can't go with him. It sounds like a crazy idea, and a waste of my night.

When he finishes walking the stairs in front of me, he quickly turns around to face me almost making my body crash into his. "Come with me." He says, softly.

Quickly shaking my head, I regain my walk and step aside to walk outside the building. "I'm not going with you. It's too far and besides, it's too late!"

"You need to come with me!" He goes louder since I'm already out the door, but it doesn't take him long to be my side again.

"I need to? Why?"

"It's too dangerous for you to go alone."

"I appreciate your concern, but I've been a woman for 22 years, I know it's dangerous. You can tell that to my peeper spray and my tiny lipstick that turns into a knife that hangs with my keys." I grab my keys from my back pocket and wave it around in front of his face, showing everything that I just named him, still, it isn't enough for him. For whatever reason that I can't understand.

"Won't take a chance," He shakes his head and then walks to his motorcycle that is parked a couple of feet away from the building "I won't be able to see your text message saying that you got to your dorm alright until the fight is over." He sits down on it and immediately starts it without taking his eyes away from mine.

"And?"

He doesn't reply to my question immediately, instead, he lets out a tiny breath and clenches his jawline with tension.

"I won't be able to focus." He finally says. His voice is so soft that it takes me a minute to understand what he meant, and as soon as I do, my heart starts to beat a little bit faster as my brain screams at me to not get in that bike. "Get on." He says more firmly this time and I just stare at him while my body and brain fight each other, trying to decide what to do.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" I ask when a wave of tiredness hits my body. I truly am and at this point, my mean self is already dead and my side 'I just wanna go to bed, please, leave me alone' with a tired tone is making my decisions. Fighting with him is the last thing I want.

"No." He slowly shakes his head and I close my eyes letting out a big sigh. "It's just gonna be fifteen minutes once we get there, I promise."

I open my eyes again to see his eyes staring at me, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed. "Fifteen minutes?" I ask and he quickly nods. Before my brain can shout at me that this is a mistake, I take a breath in and walk to his motorcycle to sit down behind him, feeling it start soon enough towards that old building I thought I was never going to see again.

[...]

As soon as I step out of Lucifer's motorcycle I hear the sound of the people inside the building, screaming in excitement. A fight has already started, them chanting the fighter's names as loud as they can encouraging their win is all it takes for me to know that.

Following Lucifer closely, I cross my arms in front of my chest and let out a sigh, already annoyed at the loud noise around me. The more close I get the more I can hear the screams, making me hate the decision of coming with Lucifer even more than I already did.

"Come with me." Lucifer whispers on my ear, making his voive heard over the crowd.

"Where?" I ask, but as soon as he grabs my hand with his, I quickly shut my mouth and let the shook of his action affect me for a second.

We walk pass the crowd on the room towards the door I remember seeing the last time I was there, where all the boxers came from. The two bodyguards that are beside it don't even question me when I walk by their side, they just give Lucifer a single nod to then continue doing their job. I follow Lucifer to this dark and long hallway that's on the other side of door. It looks like an office, where the doors on the right side of it belong to the people in there working, but instead of workers, boxers come out of them all the time. The doors are open giving me the opportunity to check what is inside those rooms. They look private for each boxer while a tiny board with their names and each animal they belong to hangs from the door.

It's way more serious than I expected.

"There you are!" The voice of coach Covaliov hits my ears and I turn forward to face him, but he doesn't notice that I'm there behind Lucifer. "Took your sweet time."

"Well, you're the one who thought I was gonna get here in fifteen minutes." Lucifer replies, frustrated.

"They're all waiting for you." Covaliov seems angry and the way Lucifer is behaving doesn't help him calm down. Why is this fight so important?

"This wasn't supposed to be my night."

"I know."

"Then why am I here? Any of the fighters could've taken your empty spot."

"No—" Covaliov says more softly, shaking his head. He turns his head to where we came from and points with a nod towards someone behind me "not with this guy."

Lucifer and I turn our heads at the same time to see the stranger Covaliov is talking about. As soon as I notice who is there getting his gloves fixed by another man, I wave of disgust runs through my veins.

"Fuck." Lucifer lets out almost in a whisper, annoyed.

"Hey!" I point at the guy. "That's the guy that told me to shut up the other night. You better fucking win my guy." Turning back to Lucifer, I find that I have both of their eyes on me.

"Avery?" Covaliov asks and I give him a little awkward wave. I don't know what to do, to be honest, I'm not supposed to be here and as far as he knows, I have no idea about their little conversation today. Neither does Lucifer, but apparently he doesn't think that me being there is as bad as Covaliov does.

"Coach—" Lucifer takes coach's eyes away from me. He's clearly angry. Lucifer made a terrible mistake by taking me here with him.

"What is she doing here?" Covaliov asks with a firm tone once he locks eyes with Lucifer.

"She already knew about us."

"What?" He's surprised, and before any storm goes upon Lucifer, I suddenly get the feeling of being nice and preventing that from happening.

"My best friend is dating Ryker— your fighter." I say quickly, gaining both of their eyes on me. "She wanted me to come with her because he invited her and didn't want to do it alone."

"Since when?"

"A week ago."

A notice the anger on his eyes slowly fading away, but on his face still shows me that he's annoyed at me for being there. "So before the job?" He ask more calmly, but still, firmly.

I nod. "I really need it, that's why I didn't say anything. This is all I know, and honestly, I don't care about any of it." I let out even if I don't believe it myself, I want to know more and the intrigue inside of my chest isn't going to let me forget it, but for now, maybe saying what I truly want to Covaliov isn't the best option.

"Then why are you here?" He asks me again, and this time, his eyes are throwing fire upon me. How does he do that? I need to learn how to do it, because I feel how intimidating he is on my stomach just by his eyes on me.

"It's my fault." Lucifer says before I can say anything.

Covaliov turns to him and does a single nod. "Damn right it is."

"We were doing a project and I didn't want to leave her alone."

Covaliov doesn't reply immediately and stays with his eyes on Lucifer, like he's remembering something.

"Is that it?" He asks.

Lucifer nods, without breaking the eye contact with his coach. "That's it."

He stays silent again, letting out a long breath out from his nose as he turns to face me and then back at Lucifer, I can't understand what he's thinking or if he's going to let me stay at this point, what's gonna be of me for the rest of the night if he doesn't? Another breath is let out by him but then proceeds to take a step backwards while pointing at Lucifer and say, softly: "I want you changed in five minutes." And just like that, it's just me and Lucifer once again.

"Has he ever killed someone with his eyes?" I ask to him when Covaliov disappears from my sight. Hearing a laugh coming from Lucifer I turn around to face him, but before I can see his eyes, he drags me inside of the room that's by our side. "Donovan" is written on the door, with thick red letters while a wolf is painted under it. The room walls are grey and there isn't much than a couch and a tiny table there in front of me. On the left side of the room, a white door that's slightly opened leads to a bathroom, reminding me of my own bathroom since it looks as tiny as the one in my common room.

A hand moving against mine makes me turn my head towards it to soon realise that his hand is still holding mine. Immediately letting go of his, moving my hand away in a quick motion, I step back and look once again around the room, even if I'm not interested in anything else around me.

My eyes aren't on Lucifer but my mind clearly is as he walks into the bathroom and leaves me behind, alone in the room.

I leave my backpack on the couch while letting a long breath out. Why was he so persistent on me being with him tonight? He takes me to his boxing match, which is dangerous for whatever reason I don't know yet, stick his neck out for me with his coach and now we are in this place, the two of us alone. If he didn't have to fight in five minutes, I would've thought he took me here for a whole other reason than not wanting me go home alone, but wanting me to be somewhere else. Under him, maybe. After all, that's what all men want. With all the experiences I had with people like him, the possibility of him taking me here because he wants me to be there after the fight isn't off the table. Wanting me to be his price for something well done, like wining the fight.

Which takes me to the question; what the hell am I doing following him?

The sound of the bathroom room opening hits my ears so I turn to face him. He isn't wearing the same clothes as before, instead, his boxing shorts are on while a white simple shirt is covering his torso.

"Why did you bring me back here?" I ask gaining his eyes on me. Lucifer walks towards his backpack laying on the couch. "Am I gonna be one of those girls that walk around the ring with just a bikini and a number on a board? Because I'm confident, but I'm not that confident."

Lucifer turns to see me with a side smile on his lips. "I wouldn't let you do that."

"Why not?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows. "See, now I wanna do it."

After grabbing a bag from his backpack he leaves the couch and heads back to the bathroom, once again. "I wouldn't let you because we don't have that, and even if all the men out there would love it, you would still look like an idiot." He closes the door, his words were almost gone towards the end, still, I heard him perfectly. He's right, the only time that I got here I didn't see any women on that ring, but even then, I'm not going to retract my comment.

"But a sexy idiot," I say "that's always a good look."

A laugh comes from the bathroom, it's followed by silence. For some reason, I can still see Lucifer smiling on the other side. "That's your everyday look." He says so softly that it almost got lost in the door between us, I don't know if he meant it for me to hear it or not, either way, the moment that it hit my ears the weird feeling in my stomach comes back. It's twisting while his words run through my mind a couple of times after he said them.

He called me sexy.

It isn't the first time someone called me that, so why the hell is my stomach reacting like this?

He also called me an idiot, let's not forget that. That's the part I have to keep on my head, who the hell is he to call me an idiot? It's one thing if I say it— he's not allowed to... idiot.

When he opens the door again, I slowly turn my head to see him. My eyes immediately go down to his naked torso. His spider tattoo is there like I last saw him— well, yeah, it isn't gonna move, but still, it gets my eyes like the first time I saw it. The snake on his arm around other ink drawings that I have to stare for too long to see in detail what they are. Before he can notice I'm staring his naked body, I remove my eyes from him... the backpack on the couch seems pretty interesting now.

"Take a picture," Lucifer says "it's gonna last longer." Apparently, I did stare for too long.

His naked torso is on my eyes again— Fuck! Why do every time I turn my eyes I go back at it?! Damn, those fucking tattoos.

He has a little grin on his face and I hate it, he knows that I'm staring and that when I went back to him, I stared again. He saw it all.

How do I turn it around and make him the nervous one?

"If you say so." I let out before my brain can think clearly on what to do next. I grab my phone from my back pocket and with a quick swipe of my thumb, the sound of the camera taking a photo surrounds the room. He has surprise in his eyes when I put my phone down. He didn't saw it coming, even then, the grin on his face doesn't fade away. "It was your idea, do you want it for all the girls on your phone? Because I can send it to you." I finally say when I leave my phone on my back pocket as I shrug my shoulders.

Was it a good idea to do that? I have no clue, maybe, maybe not, but it turned to the situation away from me and my stupid unintentional necessity of looking at his torso, so, that's good enough.

"Do I look good at least?" He asks.

"No—" I let out but I don't stay on him to see his reaction, instead, I turn around to walk towards the couch and sit on it.

"Are you gonna make it your lock screen?" He ask getting closer to me while fixing the protection on his hands. I slowly go to them, but this time, luckily for me, I'm able to control myself and look back to his eyes after a second.

His cologne surrounds my nose when he leans closer to my face. His hand rests on the side of the couch to hold his position, while I, can't seem to fight the urge to hear his next words.

"Or maybe save it for later, for you."

I let out a tiny laugh. "It's funny that you think a picture of you can get me feeling anything else than disgust."

"That's not what your face told me a couple of minutes ago when you were looking at me—"

I lean closer to his face. "I think you need glasses, buddy, because you're very mistaken."

"Am I?" He asks so softly that the air coming out his mouth brushes my skin. Our eyes are still locked with each other as my body is fighting my brain once again, wanting two completely different things—

He isn't gonna win, I always do.

I get up from the couch and Lucifer follows me, with his face extremely close to mine. I stare at his eyes and I fight every single need of staring at his lips. "You better call to fix your eyes, Donovan."

"I know what I saw, Avery."

"What? A complete blur?" I let out a chuckle. "Don't lie to yourself, Lucifer, it isn't healthy."

He gives me a side smile and my eyes can't help it, they go down to his lips. It's like he's doing it on purpose and knows no matter how much I try, at one point, I'm gonna look. "I can see you perfectly now, Lilith." He lets out, softly.

The sound of the door strongly opening stops me from saying anything after him. We both turn as we step away from each other to see coach Covaliov walking inside the door, with a bunch on papers on his hand. "Avery—" He says looking at me. "Time to go."

"Wait—" Lucifer grabs my arm before I can even move a single hair.

"Donovan." Covaliov says firmly and loudly, throwing fire with his eyes once again to Lucifer.

Seriously, how does he do that?

"One more minute." Lucifer replies. I turn to see Covaliov who's letting out a big angry breath out, but then, without saying a word he closes the door leaving Lucifer and I alone again.

"I think he hates me." I say nodding. "I truly hope he doesn't fire me—"

"I brought you here, I'll make sure he doesn't. Don't worry about it." Lucifer walks towards the couch and leaves the bag that he took out before. My eyes are following him because the feeling of knowing that he's gonna say something else is inside my stomach. "You're gonna be out there alone," he says locking eyes with me "I need to you look for Ivy, she has red hair—"

I quickly nod, cutting him off. "I know her."

"Good, don't talk to anyone besides her."

"Why?" He doesn't even bother to answer my question, instead, he fixes for the last time the protection on his hands and then walks towards the door, to then open it letting me hear the sound of the people now screaming in excitement outside. Apparently, they know that Lucifer is coming.

"Come back when I'm done," he adds once I take a step closer to him "and to the people standing by the door, just say you're my friend."

He likes being bossy or what?

"Alright," I shake my head "I'm not liking this bossy attitude." I honestly don't, he takes me to this loud ass place in the middle of the night because he doesn't want to leave me alone and now he's bossing me around? Who the fuck does he thinks he is—

A laugh comes out of his mouth before stepping outside the room. "Don't lie to yourself, Avery." He says softly. "You can't get enough of it."

How is he able to make me feel nervous by his words for a moment but then seconds later open it again gaining nothing but hate inside of me? That's a mystery I'm never gonna answer.

The sound of excitement becomes louder when I step out of the hallway leaving Lucifer behind. My eyes are wondering around the room looking for Ivy. When I don't find her, my arms go directly to my chest, wrapping themselves together to feel some warmth in my body.

Walking a couple of steps to the side, my eyes keep staring at the empty ring in the middle of the room, surrounded by the same people I saw when I walked into the building. Maybe even more.

How am I gonna find Ivy when the room is filled with this much people? A red haired girl can't be that hard to find— c'mon. Just have to look for the girl that has a very intimidating look or the sweetest smile ever. For what I remember with her, there isn't anything in between.

"Lilith!" Apparently she was gonna find me after all. Ivy's voice sounds behind me so I turn around to face her eyes, a smile is on her lips as she is quickly walking towards me with her arms spread around like she wants to give me a hug. "You're here again?" She asks wrapping her arms around my body.

"Yeah," I slowly nod "didn't plan to come but here I am!"

"Well, I'm happy you are!" Her eyes lock with mine once we both break the hug. "I swear I've heard so much about you this week that I feel like I've seen you every day." I sense excitement on her words.

Why did she heard about me?

"Wait— what?" I ask her, confused.

"Colin can't stop teasing Lucifer with you! It's so childish but, funny! I have to give him that."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, he teases me with him too. He likes love, apparently." Ivy lets out a loud laugh.

"Yeah, right!" She adds sarcastically. "He keeps saying to him over and over again that you and him would make a perfect couple." Leaning close to my face, Ivy lets out a smile as her hand gently grabs my arm. "But my favourite part is Lucifer, it's so cute how he just denies it but then a smile escapes his lips when he walks away. He thinks nobody sees it but, honey," she points at her eyes "this eyes see everything everywhere."

Wait— what?

"Smile smile? Or just— my stomach kinda hurts smile?"

Ivy lets out a laugh. "Definitely cute smile smile."

That doesn't sound right.

My inability to let out any words after hers doesn't matter since the light of the building suddenly turns off, letting the ring be the main thing. Ivy turns to see it but I don't, her words are stuck in my head like traffic at the highway.

This is getting out of hand— Lucifer smiling because Colin teased him with me? The situation is getting bigger and bigger the more seconds pass and I don't want it to, I don't want to see it become something else than I had expected. It's slipping out of my hands. First this morning, with our hands touching, his conversation with Covaliov and then this? It's supposed to be just a stupid game— me and him, this can't be serious, it shouldn't. But apparently, it's becoming bigger and the worst part is I didn't even realise it.

As the sound of the people screaming in excitement surrounds my ears and Lucifer's opponent is being introduced, I find myself wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. But my eyes can't find a way out when even the door to leave the building is locked by people, men and women impatiently waiting for the fight to begin.

Some strange twists appear on my stomach, I rest my hand in it wanting to relax. My heart starts to beat faster and my chest wants to rip it out to make it stop. Suddenly the screams hurt my head and my eyes turn around again to look for a way out, but there isn't one. I can't find one. I want to get out of here and make everything disappear. I can't. The walls are becoming smaller and smaller the more seconds pass, my breath is heavy when the voice of Ivy comes back to my head.

Lucifer smiling because Colin teased him with me, that is not good. Not at all.

What if Lucifer wants something else? I can't be that, never could and nothing can change that.

I don't do that.

I never want it to be for anyone and that's the reason why I do what I do, hit it then quick it. It's out of my control and I hate that, and every single feeling that this situation is giving me.

Why am I freaking out so much? Why is this situation different from any other? My heart beating fast by the thought of a guy liking me, I've been here before, but I never had this on my stomach when the idea of walking away goes thought my head. And I don't like it.

Leaving the situation sounds like the best idea I had in a long time. Maybe is the lack of sleep, but I don't care about Lucifer thinking that I lost this game, if I can call it a game at this point, whatever it is— I want to get out.

Just fucking walk away and leave this building behind, who the fuck cares if Lucifer told me to meet him after? Who the fuck cares if Lucifer is gonna get worried about me? He shouldn't, I can take care of myself. What am I doing still here? Lilith—

My head starts to hurt the more I hear the screams, I close my eyes to prevent them from making my brain wanting to explode. The air around me feels thicker, and it's harder for me to take breaths when I feel a hand touching my arm the sound around me becomes normal, taking back whatever my body was experiencing.

"I hate that guy." Ivy says by my side with her eyes glued to the ring. "But he gives a good show, that's why the people love him." She points with her head towards the people around the ring clapping. Then, it all turns even more louder when the referee takes the microphone to his mouth. "But not as much as him," Ivy says with a smile more softly against my ear "not matter how much he tries."

After her words, everything suddenly becomes slower. The sound around me is lower just like the people clapping even more excited than before, my eyes are hurting from not blinking but my brain doesn't seem to care, since the moment Lucifer walks out of the ring that's where all my attention is.

He's focused, his eyes are glued to the ring while his chin is slightly lifted . His hands are now covered by some dark red gloves while his skin is glowing under the light of the room. It's just my eyes on him and nothing else, his tattoos all over his body and his chest going slowly up and down as he's calmly breathing. Not a single sign of nerves is shown on his body, totally the opposite of me since my heart can't  stop speeding.

Taking a step back I take a breath when the bell rings on my ears. Just like that, the fight begins.

Lucifer is already on his fighting position while the other guy is walking around the ring waiting for Lucifer to strike. The people around them start to wave their money around, making bets all over, some of them even getting impatient since non of the fighters are making a move. All of then sudden, as quick as the wind, the guy moves his fists towards Lucifer. It's going fast and determined to get a good punch but when it's close enough, Lucifer, like it's the easiest thing in the world manages to dodge it and take the opportunity to hit his opponent when one side of his neck is free. It seems to affect him since the guy shakes his head, confused, and even if I'm far, I can catch his feet losing a little bit of their balance.

Soon later, strange to me because his opponent didn't seem to recover fully, the same movements happen and Lucifer manages to make another hit, This time it doesn't affect him as much as the last one since he just stumbles for a second and recovers himself pretty quickly.

I'm thankful that the people there are loud, otherwise I would hate to hear the sound of those punches hitting each other.

Even if the other guy seems to be strong, that doesn't help him win the punches he's throwing to Lucifer. Every time he tries it gets dodged with a quick movement and the situation turns against him, Lucifer knows how to always take the opportunity and win, every single time.

"Didn't expected to see you here." A voice talks behind me. I turn my head to see Ivy but she's too focused on the fight a couple of steps away from me. So, moving my body to the other side a familiar black head appears in front of me. Immediately rolling my eyes once I recognise who it is, my eyes go back to the ring where Lucifer and the other guy are too focused waiting for the other to make a move. "What happened sweetheart, cat cut your tongue?" Damian asks me once he arrives by my side.

"No," I reply "I just don't want to talk to you."

"Wow, are we moody?"

I turn to lock eyes with him. "Just because someone doesn't wanna talk to you doesn't mean they're 'moody'" I say between teeth. His presence makes me hate the situation even more. My mean side when I'm sleep deprived is awake now, the annoying memory of his words at the party seems to have done it for her to wake up.

"Got it." He nods as I go back to the ring. "Lucifer's giving him a good fight—"

"Do you need something?" Since I quickly cut him off, the way that my head turns with speed makes me gain a slight pain on my neck.

"I'm just watching the fight." He shrugs his shoulders with an innocent smile on his lips.

Don't do that, Damian, because you have the innocence of an angry and jealous cat meeting another cat.

"I'm not here to cause any trouble if that's what you're wondering." He says leaning closer to my ear. I move my head away and furrow my eyebrows, annoyed. What the hell is he doing? "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about the other night. I saw you walking in tonight and I immediately thought of saying that to you."

Even if he let out his words with a genuine tone, I don't believe him not even a little bit. The feeling inside my gut is telling me not to, and maybe there is a lot of times where it's wrong, but this time I'm sure it's completely right.

"Am I supposed to believe you?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to. All I want is for you to know that I'm sorry if I freaked you out."

"Freaked me out? Why would you freak me out?"

He doesn't reply immediately, instead, he looks down to my lips and then whispers as he slowly shakes his head. "No reason."

Something is off. His words, the way he's behaving don't sit right with me.

The word 'apparently' has to be erased when I think about him being dangerous.

But still, at this point, my brain is tired of overthinking everything, my eyes go back to the ring without me having to think about it. As soon as I do, the regret hits my chest because my eyes see the exact second Lucifer's opponent manages to get a good punch on his chin.

I immediately flinch like I felt that in my chest. Ouch, that had to hurt. I'm never going to understand why guys like this— they just get punched until they can't get up. It's so pointless. I don't even know what's worst, the boxers or the people screaming in excitement watching the fight.

My eyes follow Lucifer while he tilts his head to the side recovering quickly from the punch, without moving his gloves away from his chin and neck. I catch a slight cut on his right eyebrow and I inevitably furrow my eyebrows when my stomach turns. Almost immediately, being discreet, shake my head out of it not wanting to get affected by seeing him like that.

Who the fuck cares?

"You shouldn't be hanging out with him." Damian'a voice takes me off guard. I turn to him but he doesn't do the same, he keeps his eyes in the fight.

I don't understand why is he saying this to me, if he means it or not, the lack of expression on his face doesn't let me do much.

"Who said I'm hanging out with him?" I ask softly, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"You two walked in together, didn't you? And then he took you to his room back there which is prohibited?"

I lift an eyebrow, curious. "Are you spying on me?"

"Just have a good eye," he says, slowly. Looking at me with a side smile on his lips, he quickly adds "and this good eye belongs to a pretty smart head that's telling you he's too bad for you."

I can't help but get intrigued. First Lucifer saying Damian's bad news, then it's the other way around. Who's telling the truth? I can't know the answer now, so, who do I believe?

"And how do you know what's bad for me?" I ask. "You don't know shit about my life."

"Are you defending him?"

"No—" I quickly shake my head. I'm getting even more annoyed at his words at this point. It doesn't matter to me if he's telling me the truth or not, people that get into my business when is not their bullshit to deal with get very deep on my nerves. "I'm saying that you should stay in your fucking business."

He doesn't seem to mind my annoyed tone, instead, the smile becomes bigger as he tilts his head to the side and leans closer to my face, letting me feel his breathing against my skin. "That's that I'm trying to do." He says, softly.

The fuck does he mean by that? Is he saying that I am his business? His words make me so confused and more annoyed that when the sound of the people gasping loudly hit my ears, it takes me a couple of seconds to turn around and see what's the reason of the gasps. As soon as I do, I don't see the same thing that I always do when I look to the ring. Instead, some green eyes are angrily penetrating mine.

Coach Covaliov is checking Lucifer's jawline while the other guy is being congratulated by his coach, making me assume that he just hit Lucifer horribly, and that's why the gasps of the people surrounding the ring. Turning my head confused to Ivy, I see her now walking towards me with his eyebrows furrowed, like she felt the strong punch in her body.

I turn back to the ring and lock eyes with him once again. Lucifer isn't taking his eyes away from mine, he's clearly angry and I can tell that in them, but I don't know if it's for the fight— or something else, because if it's for the punch he just received, why is he looking at me like that?

"That looks rough." Damian says by my side but I don't turn to him, instead, I lock eyes with Ivy who just arrived by my other side.

"What happened?" I ask her.

"I've never seen Lucifer receive a punch like that." She replies shrugging her shoulders. "No one has, it was a strong one... that damn Jonathan can't even comprehend what technique is but he is strong as hell, can't deny that."

"Is he alright?" I ask quickly, sounding more intrigued and worried than intended.

Ivy turns to the see ring. "He will be." The proud smile that appears on her face intrigues me even more, I move my eyes towards it to see a Lucifer still looking at me, but he's no longer being checked by his coach, instead, he cracks his neck and clenches his jawline. His eyes move away from mine to something by my side. I don't turn to see what he's looking since I want all attention on him and his next actions. Like the whole room is.

The referee blows his whistle to start the fight once again, and it doesn't take long for them to go back at it again. With just a quick and precise punch Lucifer manages to hit his opponent on the chin, taking the opportunity that's he's affected by it, he hits him one more time on the side of his head and then another one on the stomach. The guy is struggling to maintain his balance and everyone can see that, he's stumbling like a drunk man on a Saturday night.

Lucifer seems angry, his punches are with more strength allowing me to see his muscles with detail every time he moves his arms, they're with speed but even then they are as precise as the ones that weren't as quick.

He's extremely angry.

Next punch, on the other side of his head, on the chin and then on the side of his stomach. I can see the other guy's face flinching in pain and I squint my eyes, I don't want to see more of this but apparently I'm the only one, everyone is still screaming in excitement for Lucifer and his upper hand on the fight.

With a quick punch on the ribs and another on the chin, Lucifer ends the fight like it's the easiest thing in the world. It's like he was giving a show before. But when all of that was over and the real fight started for him, he ended it in a matter of seconds, leaving his opponent on the floor with blood pouring out of his lips and on the end of his eyebrow.

Without waiting for the referee to announce his win, Lucifer walks out of the ring taking quick breaths in and out while removing his gloves out of his hands with anger, soon followed by his coach Covaliov.

"C'mon, I'm gonna take you to Lucifer." Ivy says grabbing my arm over the people screaming and collecting their money, excited at their win.

"Wait—" I complain, but it's too late, Ivy is already dragging me to the grey door that leads towards the hallway Lucifer took me earlier.

We make our way through the crowd, I don't know how is Ivy managing it but the people there don't seem to be a problem for her, she's clearly used to it.

"Ivy!" The voice of a man yells behind us once we arrive where the door and the guards are.

"Fuck—" she says letting go of my arm. "I hate that, ugh." A bald man with a black suit is walking towards us, and in those seconds that I stare at him I recognise who he is, it's the same guy that walked into the gym to talk to Covaliov the other day. "Go." Ivy says slightly pushing me to the door. "Just say you're Lucifer's friend."

I don't even get the chance to open my mouth since Ivy leaves me alone as soon as she's over with her sentence. I let out a sigh. I'm tired of this night and want it to be over, but apparently, the universe doesn't want the same for me.

What if I just leave? I can order a taxi, I don't need his motorcycle to take me home— but I do need my backpack, where my money is. And unfortunately for me, I left it on Lucifer's room.

Fuck.

"And who are you?" The tall guard that's standing in front of the door asks me once he notices that my intention is to get into the locker rooms.

"I'm friends with Lucifer." I say, just like everyone told to me do so. It's going to be enough for me to go through, right? Damian told me it was prohibited but apparently if I say those words, that doesn't matter?

"Yeah, right." The guard lets out a fake laugh. "That's what they all say." Apparently it does matter! "Move along, pretty girl. Donovan has more important things to do than play around with you."

What a little bitch this guy is, thinking that I want to get inside just so I can get closer to Lucifer like every girl wishes? I just want to get my backpack to get the fuck away from here! Now what the hell am I gonna do?

As soon as I let out a loud sigh, annoyed, another man walks pass me slightly pushing me to the side. I'm about to say something, cuss him out, get all my frustration out on him, but when I notice he starts to talk with the guard giving me an opportunity to sneak behind his back, I eat my words and immediately walk with speed towards the door. Passing the guard from behind I find myself holding my breath, not wanting him to feel my presence behind him.

And just like that, making my body as small as I can, I'm in.

That was easy.

Now, grab my backpack and go away. That's the plan.

Searching for Lucifer's room I start to read the names on the doors, not remembering how much I walked with him before the fight. A door opening makes me turn my eyes to see the opponent's coach walking out of the room with a big annoyed expression on his face. He immediately locks eyes with me sending a bit of chills down my spine... those eyes have anger in them. Probably because his fighter lost the fight against Lucifer, and they didn't walk out looking good.

Not liking his eyes on me, I turn to the other side and keep reading the names on the doors. It doesn't take me long to find the name 'Donovan' written on a tiny white board. I stop and place my hand on the door ready to open it, but for some strange reason, like a click, my head turns to the side where I last saw the coach to find his eyes still on me. He goes to the name on the board and gives me a grin that's almost covered by the poor light on the hallway, but that doesn't matter, I still see it and my stomach has a horrible feeling because of it.

It looks like one of those creepy smiles serial killers do before killing their victims in movies.

Something is definitely not good with that guy and I don't want to be in his presence any longer. Breaking the eye contact with him, I open the door with as much speed as I can and walk inside the room, leaving the creepy guy behind.

"And who are you?" The voice of a girl speaks in front of me. I turn to see her and immediately recognise her, it's the girl that I saw at Colin's party, the same girl who was talking on the stairs and then later on, on top of Lucifer's legs. Her blonde hair is long with a little bit of natural waves on the end, her skin is pinkish that goes perfectly with her blue ocean eyes. They are so beautiful and bright, that it doesn't matter the light of the room isn't the best one, they still shine under it.

She's extremely beautiful.

"I'm Lilith—" I say taking a step closer to her. Right on that moment, I notice patches and medical supplies on her hands.

She looks me up and down like she's trying to see every bad detail my appearance can give her. Or maybe not. She either likes my outfit or, for some reason, doesn't like me. "You shouldn't be here." She says with an annoyed tone, almost sounding disgusted.

I'm starting to think the second option is the more accurate one.

"I know that," I reply "but can't you just keep this a secret between us two girls. I just need to get my back—"

"No." Rolling her eyes she cuts me off.

Surprised, I open my mouth as my eyes follow her get closer to the door.

"Damn. What happened to girl code?" I ask, a slight jokingly tone in my voice. "Girl supporting girls?"

She doesn't respond. As my brain is trying to think something else to say, the sound of someone walking out of the bathroom stops me from opening my mouth. Just a second after, Lucifer is now staring at me. He's wearing a black tight shirt with some jeans, his hair is messy and a little bit wet. He lets go of my eyes to stare at the girl who also stopped to look at Lucifer.

"Ruby, don't." Lucifer says. "Just cure this shit and leave her be, it's fine." His tone is firm and like he doesn't care much about what he's saying.

"But Lucifer—" the girl, Ruby, complains standing by my side.

"I said it's fine." He adds sitting down on the right side of the couch, next to my backpack. I stare at it for a couple of seconds, wishing for it to just fly towards me and make my escape. My need to leave this place doesn't fade away from my head not even for a second, but my possibilities of it are thin, he isn't gonna let me and fighting is the last thing I want.

Ruby letting out an annoyed sigh leaves my side and walks towards Lucifer, preparing the medical supplies to clean the cut that he has on his eyebrow. A gift from his prior fight. He's looking down while Ruby is touching his skin gently, cleaning the blood that is slightly dripping in his skin. I stand still, not knowing what to do next. I can take the chance and grab my backpack, but that would lead to Lucifer saying that I shouldn't be leaving alone, me contradicting and then ending the whole situation in a fight. Or maybe not, but knowing us and the way we carry things is telling me that it's the most probable option.

"Why are you here anyway?" Ruby asks me between teeth.

Should I tell her the truth? If I do, that Lucifer wanted me to meet him here after the fight can lead him into trouble, since, apparently it's prohibited. My other option is telling her that I want to get my backpack, because Lucifer 'accidentally' took mine, it can lead to Lucifer knowing my plan of escaping and him stopping me from doing it.

"I wanted to check on Lucifer," I say when every idea in my head inevitably has a bad ending "that seemed like a pretty nasty punch."

"Well," Ruby gives out a fake tiny laugh after placing a bandaid on Lucifer, who's still looking down "I'm here, so, he's fine." She turns to me to then look at me up and down, once again. "You can go."

This girl is starting to get in my nerves, who the fuck does she think she is?

She's a freshman, cut her some slack. Ada's words come back to my head.

Yeah, a freshman not a fifteen year old, Ada.

"She's not going anywhere Ruby." Lucifer's deep and raspy voice speaks before I can. For the first time since I came into the room, he looks at me and slowly shakes his head, like he's telling me to not say anything. Is he telling me to shut up?

Fuck him.

Without waiting for my response, he leaves the couch and nods to Ruby, thanking her.

"I'll be right back." He says walking towards the door. Before opening it, he turns to me and lets out, looking into my eyes: "Don't kill her."

I'm not gonna promise shit.

"And don't go anywhere," he says more softly leaning closer to me "I'm almost done. I swear—"

He closes the door in front of my face without letting me say anything back. 

Well, he's gone and maybe this is my opportunity to leave. But what if he sees me out there?

Where did he go? Would it hurt me if I just stay a couple of minutes? After all, it would be good idea to not use the little money that I have left on a taxi.

Am I really considering staying?

I turn to see Ruby putting everything of hers in a tiny box with speed, like she wants to get out or even not see my face. Why would she hate me? Is not like I'm a person that gets into random fights with people to the point of gaining enemies everywhere, I have a big mouth, yes, but as fast as my memory goes I can't remember me arguing or even exchanging a conversation with this girl.

"You were at the party the other night, right? I saw you." I say, trying to start a conversation with her. Maybe I can remember her if I do. "Freshman and already fixing wounds like that? That's cool."

"I don't have to be nice to you." She says once she brusquely turns to face me.

"Great start." I nod, sarcastically. She's clearly not into my small talk, and to be honest, neither am I.

I suck at that.

"Because you shouldn't be here." She adds.

"I got that, yeah. But Lucifer told me to meet him here." At this point, I don't care about Lucifer getting into trouble because of my words, he did wanted me there, it isn't my fault. "And I want to get my backpack."

"Why?" Ruby asks with a little bit of confusion in her voice. "Why did Lucifer told you that?"

The act of being the tough girl broke right on that second.

"I don't know," I slightly shrug my shoulders "ask him."

Ruby rolls her eyes and immediately lets out a fake laugh. Seriously, what is the problem with this girl? "He probably feels sorry for you." 

I'm mean sometimes, or just try to annoy people to get them to leave me alone because I never want to deal with people's bullshit, but this girl seems like she is in another level of annoyance. Or at least, she is for me because I just met her and I'm already thinking of ways to bring my 'mean bitch with lack of sleep' side back.

"He shouldn't." I reply.

"No matter how much you try, he won't be with you. You know that?" She asks dropping her things inside of her backpack. Her tone has a little bit of joke in it, like she's making fun of the situation I am in, according to her.

"Ew, no." I shake my head disgusted. "I don't want him to end up with me, I could care less that he wanted me here, I came back to get my backpack— where did you take that conclusion from? Does getting my backpack means that I wanna have sex now a days? What happened to help me get the ice for the drinks?" I let out a chuckle but Ruby just rolls her eyes.

"Did you really thought I was going to believe the whole 'he told me to meet him here'? That's pathetic."

I let out a tiny laugh. "You definitely have the wrong idea."

"Do I? I could never do what you do. I know who you are, going from guy to guy," guy to women sometimes, but go on "but then you come across Lucifer, thinking he's going to fall for your slut game. He's not like the guys you're with." She sounds so disgusted.

This girl just gave me three more hours of sleep, allowing me to bring the normal Lilith back.

"Look, freshman girl—"

"Ruby."

"Whatever. First of all, if you want to insult me, you better pick another word because, calling me a slut? That's a compliment. Second, you must be pretty naive to think that Lucifer is different from any guy you've ever met. You're blind because you clearly have a crush on him, and that's alright by me, because: I'm not your competition. I don't want to be with him. So I'm gonna let you understand the whole 'guys suck' thing on your own."

"I don't have a crush on him." She says, defensively.

Then who was the girl sitting on his lap the other night at the party?

"Slut shaming and then lying? That's not a good look."

"You're telling me I have a crush on him when you're the one who comes here when you don't even like boxing? You're the one that's naive, thinking that I'm gonna believe whatever you say." Her joking tone doesn't change.

Is she practicing to be a comedian or what?

"And who said I don't like boxing?"

"You're a girl."

Seriously?

"And you told that to all the women out there? They seem pretty excited. Or to the women that actually box?"

She doesn't have anything to say back, so, instead, she rolls her eyes and goes silent for a couple of seconds. "He's better off without you." Ruby finally says.

"Oh," I nod "probably."

"And I'm not the one who gets him punched."

Huh—?

"What are you talking about?"

"He was looking at you when he got punched. You were talking to Damian, and because he stopped for a second to stare at you he got himself punched. He seemed so upset and angry when he found you talking to Damian... that's all your fault." She hangs her backpack on her shoulder before walking towards me.

Is that the reason why Lucifer was looking at me when Covaliov was checking his wound?

"Just because he can't concentrate on what he's doing, it's not my fault." I reply, but Ruby just rolls her eyes and opens the door to leave the room. Before she does, she turns around to face me and say firmly, like she wants to intimidate me: "You better stay away from him."

Believe me, Ruby, that sounds like the best idea ever.

This whole day has been crazy... first when I woke up, our hands together, having to do a project with him, me feeling weirded out at his apartment, the bathroom conversation between Covaliov and Lucifer, his words... then tonight and everything I've heard and seen. Ivy. That coach. Fighting a girl who likes him and get treated like shit.

In these two days it feels like I lived an entire month.

My head is so confused that I don't want to think about anything else anymore, just want to sleep and forget about anything that had happened. Every word, every sound, every look. If I didn't have just two hours of sleep on me I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with, the normal Lilith wouldn't even had said yes to going  to his apartment if didn't want to in the first place.

I grab my backpack without thinking any consequences of my actions. I want to get out of here and never see any of these faces ever again, but as soon as I open the door to get out, Lucifer's body stops me from moving.

"I told you I was almost done."

"I want to leave." I say, without wanting to hear any of his words.

"Alright, let me grab my keys—"

"No, I want to go alone." I cut him off. He looks at me with confusion but without saying another word, he takes a step into the room and closes the door behind him. "I told you I want to leave, move." I say firmly without looking at him in the eyes. Even then, I know that he's staring down at me. His chin is in front of my eyes and it's slightly tilted to the side like he's looking for my eyes.

"You came all the way here because I didn't want to leave you alone, that hasn't changed." He says, softly.

"Too bad, now I don't give a shit about you and your worries, move."

"Why were you talking to Damian?" He asks out of the blue, like he had been waiting to ask me that for a minute.

"What—?" I lock eyes with him. He seems annoyed with a mix of anger.

"You were talking to him when I was fighting. What did he told you?"

"That's non of your business. Get out of the way." I try pushing him to the side but I'm not strong enough to even move his arm away from the door.

"Not until you tell me what he said."

"Why do you want to know? It's not important."

"You seemed pretty interested in what he was saying, so it was important." His tone is becoming louder and I let out a loud sigh closing my eyes. Before I can calm myself down my tongue starts to move before I can stop it.

"He told me that I shouldn't be hanging out with you." I open my eyes to see a confused look on his face, I don't know what those words mean to him or why he wants to know what Damian told me, but something is telling me inside my stomach that he didn't took them well, even if he isn't showing it. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Are you gonna listen to him?" He asks softly yet with a firm grasp of his words.

"I don't know, Lucifer, all I want to do right now is go to my dorm and sleep." I place my hand on his arm to try and push him away one more time, but this time even if I do it little bit more of strength, I still don't manage to move anything of him. "Move! I told you what you wanted, Lucifer." My body is getting so tired that some tightness appears around my chest, like it wants to scream and just let it all out.

"You weren't supposed to talk to him." He says.

"And what if I did? You spent the entire night telling me what to do, but now I'm even more tired because of you. So fuck off!" I'm loud, even then, Lucifer doesn't step away from my face.

"I told you he's dangerous!" He matches my tone.

"You tell me that but then you bring me here where all the supposed dangerous stuff is! I don't get it, if it is with you is fine when if it's him is dangerous?"

He clenches his jawline as he shakes his head. Maybe I hit something inside of him with my words. "You don't get it." He says. His voice is more lower, but that doesn't mean that he isn't angry anymore, even worst, I felt it even more when he let out those words.

"No I don't, and I don't want to get it. Today has been a complete rollercoaster for me and it's all been your fault so now leave me alone!" I let out with the intention to annoy him and make him step away from the door. Get him to lose his patience and his energy to deal with me anymore. But he doesn't. As soon as I let out those words, he stops clenching his jawline and looks at me more softly, all in a just a matter of seconds.

His expression surprises me that I go back in my head to my own words... I just blamed him for all of my crazy emotions. He knows that this day had me questioning everything and going like crazy on the inside.

"My fault? Why did I do?" He asks and for the first time I don't answer his words. Instead, I look away from his eyes and take a step back with tiredness. I don't know what to say. My brain is blank. I can't even describe anything that happened inside of my body or mind today, it was all just a mess and not a single word comes close to what I felt. Or even worst, I don't know what it was. Anything of it. "Lilith, why is it my fault?" I can't tell him about what I've heard today, or even what I wanted to do since I left the gym, I can't let him know what he does to me when he looks at me— I won't.

And it seems that I don't have to since the door opening interrupting us hits my ears. It's Ruby.

"Lucifer, your coach is looking for you." I turn to the door and give Lucifer a last look before walking away from him.

"I'm leaving." I say once I'm where Ruby is standing. I feel Lucifer trying to catch my arm but I'm too quick, and manage to walk away the room before he could.

"Lilith, wait!" His voice yells behind me when the hallway surrounds me, dark and cold. But I don't stop to look at him, I've decided to leave this place once and for all, nothing is gonna stop me.

"Lucifer," Ruby yells as I'm getting more and more away "Covaliov!"

I don't know if Lucifer replied to her because I'm already out the hallway when Ruby finished with her sentence. There are less people than when I last saw the room, even if money is still being moved between all of them. Ivy appears on my eyes but she's too busy doing her work to see me walk away. I'm walking fast, with that speed I don't care about the people around the door to get out, and apparently, it doesn't matter that I didn't since they all of them move to the side as soon as I arrive at the door, letting me leave the building behind.

The entry never looked so long like right now, it feels like the longest hallway ever. Those that you see in a dream and the end never comes. Finally, the wind brushes against my skin when I see the light of the street in my eyes. Immediately grabbing my phone from my back pocket to let out a long breath.

I'm finally out of that place.

Nothing seems to be there to stop me, my thumb types fast searching for a taxi to come pick me up. I'm almost there... when, suddenly, a familiar hand grabs my arm.

"What do you want, Lucifer?" I ask annoyed as soon as I see his face by my side.

"Let me take you home," he says "that's why I brought you here in the first place."

"You brought me here to annoy me and make my head want to explode!"

"No! To assure your safety!"

"Safety from what?! Why don't you go back to the Lucifer that hated me, huh?! Stop giving a fuck about me!"

"Wow!" I new voice speaks by our side. "You two sound like an old married couple." Damian is walking towards us when I let out a long breath out and turn to the other side, taking my eyes to my phone again to see if I can order a taxi.

"Fuck off, Damian." I hear Lucifer saying.

"You gave my partner a pretty good fight, Donovan. Well done."

"Stop pretending and walk away."

"Pretending? What am I pretending?"

'No signal, try again later.'

"Fuck!" I let out.

"Lilith, are you alright?" Damian asks as he's getting close to me, but Lucifer stops him half way by stepping in front of me.

"Stay away from her."

"Fuck off, Lucifer." I move my body to the other side and roll my eyes. Closing the app and opening it again to see if I can get any signal, I walk a couple of steps away from them. 

"Seems like something is going on between you two." Damian's voice talks behind me.

"No." Lucifer and I say at the same time.

"No?" Damian asks again. I let out a breath out not wanting to hear their conversation, but my phone doesn't seem to want to work. Giving Lucifer a quick look I notice that he and Damian are killing each other with their eyes. Damian, instead of a serious expression like Lucifer, he has a grin on his face. "Lucifer... is there?" It's obvious that he's testing Lucifer, he wants to annoy him and saw the opportunity with me, it's the stupidest thing I've heard all day.

"No." Lucifer replies, softly.

"Because, you know," Damian continues turning to see me in the eyes as I'm just waiting for my phone to work "I'm gonna be honest here, I was actually thinking about asking Lilith on a date."

He has to be kidding.

"What?" I ask him.

"But I never did, because I thought something was going on between you and her." Damian lets out a tiny laugh and then turns to see Lucifer, who has the same expression on his face but with even more anger and fire in his eyes. He looks like he wants to eat Damian with his own sight. "We're enemies, c'mon, but I would never steal your girl."

"I'm not his girl." I correct him quickly but he doesn't turn to see me, instead, he starts looking at Lucifer like he wants to see his reaction to the conversation. And for the looks of it, he got what he wanted. An even bigger grin appears on his face.

"Is that true, Lucifer?" He asks, softly.

"Yes." Lucifer says, firmly.

"Alright." He nods giving him a nod. "Lilith, do you want to go on a date with me?" He's asking to me, but he doesn't turn to my eyes after a couple of seconds of saying those words.

"You can't be serious." I reply, letting out a big sigh.

"Why wouldn't I?" I roll my eyes. If he thought that I was gonna say yes then he's pretty wrong, why would I ever say yes? First of all, I don't do dates. Then, the fact that he's asking me just so he can get into Lucifer's nerves annoys me even more. "Lucifer, are you alright there mate? Because from the looks of your eyes it feels like you aren't." Damian says when he turns to face him. I do the same and immediately catch his jawline clenched and his breathing a little bit quicker than normal, his hands are made into fists while his curls are falling on his face... he looks hot— Fuck. "Do you... want to ask her out?" Damian asks him with a more soft tone. "Am I intervening? Do you see a future with this girl, Donovan?"

At this point me knowing that Damian wants to get into nerves isn't just a thought for me, he wants to make him so angry and is succeeding. It's just a stupid question, him wanting to ask me out, Damian doesn't meant it , why is Lucifer taking his words such at heart?

Suddenly, Lucifer's jawline is more relaxed and his breathing goes back to normal. I slowly follow his actions as he slowly changes everything on his face with his eyes glued to Damian, who's waiting for his answer. I'm intrigued, wondering what he's gonna say to that. I can't know just by looking at him like I could times before, this time, his attitude towards him changed drastically in a matter of seconds.

He takes a deep breath to then let out a side grin, like Damian's words are nothing but nonsense. "She means nothing to me." Lucifer says softly, shaking his head.

The wind around me carry his words, following the tone of his voice like the rhythm of a song... what did he say?

A strange feeling in my stomach makes it impossible for me to take my eyes away from him. Lucifer noticing this, turns to see me and immediately erases the little grin from his face. Our eyes are glued to each other without a single word leaving our mouths. I don't want his words to get me off guard but they did, the way that he said them so confidently and even with a little bit of joke, like it was something so stupid for Damian to think. Then why did Lucifer treated me like that all night? 'Caring about my safety', like he said.

I get it.

I fucking get it.

He's playing a game with me.

He wants me to believe that he cares about me, for him to win our stupid game. Me, falling for him. Like he wants.

I'm so stupid, allowing him to make me feel all those things, to mess up my mind like that. I feel like a complete idiot. What the fuck is wrong with me? I thought that me coming along to this stupid place was so out of me, but apparently that isn't even the begging of what I did wrong tonight.

This lack of sleep is messing with my head making me feel like a complete different person. And not allowing me to see Lucifer's true intentions, I fell for them.

"Then that sounds good to me." Damian says, breaking my thought. "What do you say, sweetheart?"

My brain doesn't know what to say next, but I know one thing: he wants to mess with my head like that, I'm gonna mess with him the same way. Even worst.

"I would love to." I reply, leaving Lucifer's eyes and turning to see Damian, who's smile goes even bigger.

"Great! If you could give me your number—" Damian hands me his phone which I take with a flirtatious smile. As I'm typing the numbers on the screen, I can feel Lucifer's eyes on me, a part of me wants to see his eyes, see the disappointment on me saying yes but the other side just hates the fact that I just did that and wants to get the fuck away, calling it all off. "I'll talk to you later, then, sweetheart." Damian says winking at me when I give him back his phone. He gives Lucifer a last look with a smile and then turns around to leave us two behind, with the silence as our main character.

What the fuck did I just do?

I don't go on dates.

I grab my phone. No signal, try again later. I don't want to be here, walking it is.

"What the fuck was that?" I hear Lucifer ask me when I start to walk away from him.

"What was what?" I ask, innocently.

He follows me. "Are you actually gonna go out with him?"

"Why do you care? That's non of your fucking business." I snap at him once we lock eyes, but I still keep my walk steady.

"You can't do that!"

"Watch how I care!" I yell and immediately speed my walk leaving him behind.

"You can't trust him, Lilith!" I don't answer him. "How are gonna get to your dorm?!"

"Walking, asshole!"

"That's so stupid!" He asks me when he arrives by my side. He's trying to find my eyes but I don't give it to him, I have them glued to the road in front of me.  

"If stupid means it will get me the fuck away from you, then yes!"

"Why did you say yes to Damian?"

"Because I wanted to!" 

Isn't that a good enough reason?! It's a lie, but he shouldn't be caring, he better stop with this act!

"Do you actually want to go out with him? After I told you all of that? He's dangerous, Lilith! What part of that don't you get?!"

"I do whatever the fuck I want, leave me alone!" I try to leave him behind like before, but he gets to my side pretty easily.

"Not until you tell me you're going to call it off."

"Yeah, like I'm gonna believe what you say."

"You should!" I stop my walk. Those words are it for me, I feel it on my chest. It's too late, my words are already snapping out of my mouth before I even realise it.

"STOP TELLING ME WHAT I SHOULD OR SHOULDN'T DO LUCIFER! I AM IN THIS SITUATION BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME HERE! YOU WORRYING ABOUT MY FUCKING SAFETY BUT THEN, APPARENTLY, I DON'T MEAN SHIT TO YOU!"

"Lilith—"

"You better stop pretending that you give a shit about me when you clearly don't. Stop with the act and leave me the fuck alone!" I turn to the side to keep with my walk but he grabs my arm.

"Stop!"

"No!" I manage to set my arm free. "I'm not gonna be your her!"

"What are you talking about?"

"You won tonight! You got what you wanted! I believed you and your stupid words! Make fun of me for doing so if you want but I'm not gonna stay behind to hear it! I'm fucking leaving whatever you like it or not!" My words aren't gonna stop, everything that I had growing inside of me all day and night is finally coming out. The anger in his eyes quickly turn into confusion, but I don't wait to hear any words coming out of his mouth. "Our project? I'll do the first part and then you follow it, we don't even have to see each other to finish it."

"I didn't want to win anything, Lilith!"

I fake chuckle leaves my mouth. "It's a game! I figured it out, you can stop with the fucking act! It's done, I got it! You can laugh now!"

I stop after yelling to look at him in detail, his eyes are soft and have a little bit of sparkle in them as his eyebrows are slight furrowed. He doesn't answer my words, instead, he keeps staring at me with his breathing speed up. My words caught him off guard and he doesn't know what to say, but at this point, no matter how much his soft eyes on me affect my body or even my head or chest, I want to leave.

I turn around not caring if he has anything else to say, I look to my side as more cars pass the road. Luckily for me, a taxi is coming. Lifting my arm to stop it I immediately enter the car as soon as it stops beside me.

I'm definitely ready to leave whatever the hell tonight was. Him, the illegal boxing, my head being confused, my words getting tangled, I don't know if it's the lack of sleep that I have but this is the first time that I let myself slip for someone. I wasn't in control, and I'm never gonna let that happen ever again.

Fuck you, Lucifer Donovan.

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