Flash back to Lucas when he was fifteen.

⚠️This chapter is pretty explicit⚠️.

Mom and Dad were out of town for the weekend. Meaning we were home with Francesca.

I'd been at Flynn's house for the afternoon. But declined eating dinner there. So Francesca had sent the car service for me and it was just getting dark when I got home.

Max was out for the night at his girlfriends. Francesca didn't know that though. She thought he'd decided to sleep over at Flynn's.

The weather was cooling down, sort of. The leaves were falling. Halloween had just come and gone.

But apparently someone missed the memo because when I walked past Abby's bedroom and saw her friend Jorjia smoking a cigarette on the little patio, I wondered if she was still in costume.

She was wearing a pair of black short shorts, a cropped tank top with a skull on the front of it. Her thin black hair was in waves and her make up was thick around her almond shaped, green gaze.

I stood at the threshold and crossed my arms while Abby sorted through a pile of clothes on her bed. Her outfit made me do a double take as well.

She was wearing a skirt which didn't leave much to the imagination. As well as a tight top that might as well have been a bandage for all of the midriff and chest it exposed.

I wasn't going to get into an argument over it right then and there though. Not with her friend hanging about.

She'd been spending more time with Jorjia from school. I hadn't talked to her a whole lot. She just sort of appeared and the two of them had become close.

From what I gathered due to observation, Milly wasn't a huge fan. It was probably something to do with feeling threatened. Girls were so territorial over their besties.

"Oh, hey, Luc," Abby said and threw a pair of jeans into the corner of the room where a large pile of clothes was gathering. "What's going on?"

"Not a lot," I watched Jorjia stub out her cigarette and drop it into the pot plant that was rested on the railing. She wandered inside. "What are you guys doing?"

"I'm donating a couple of things," Abby said, turning a knee length skirt over in her hands. She wore it all the time. "Making room for some new outfits. It's been a while since I updated my closet."

"That has to go," Jorjia sat on the edge of the bed and pointed at the skirt.

She didn't use a malicious tone or sound as if she was demanding Abby throw it in the trash. She sounded encouraging and almost motivational. I wanted to agree with her but I knew how much Abby loved that skirt.

"You're right," Abby said after a moment of hesitating. "It's so old."

She threw it into her donation pile and I winced because it looked as though there would be nothing left in her closet if she kept it up.

Jorjia set her sights on me and threw her leg across her knee. It was weird how mature she seemed. She was wearing next to nothing, she'd been smoking a cigarette and her body was womanly.

Big boobs and a curvaceous waist.

"How's football season going, Lou?" She asked.

The nickname was a little out of left field. It was Luc or tosspot, as Mills liked to refer to me. But never Lou. I didn't comment on it though.

"I've seen a couple of the games," she said. "You could give the seniors a run for their money."

Something about that comment made me feel all stupid and I smiled. "Thanks. Uh. Yeah it's going good."

She bit down on her lip and let her gaze flutter over me for a moment until she returned her attention to the donation pile being made.

Apparently that was the end of the conversation and I backed out of the room, not sure what to make of the whole situation. As long as Abby didn't leave the house with that outfit on, I wasn't going to have a go at her about it.

I went to my bedroom and closed the door before having a quick shower in the ensuite. It wasn't late but I wasn't that hungry and I felt tired from the impromptu football practice Flynn and I had in his yard this afternoon.

When I pulled on a pair of underwear and climbed into bed, I settled down and stared at the ceiling with the light on.

Francesca had let me know when I came inside that she'd made lasagne if I felt like it. There was a strong chance I would later but I decided to rest for a while.

She'd go to bed and then I could do what I wanted. Game in the den. Watch a movie. Whatever I wanted to do when it was past bedtime. She was stricter about sleep than Mom and Dad.

It turned out sleep didn't come after all. So I ran downstairs, still in my underwear and took a plate of food back to bed. I ate it all, I watched a movie, I sat on my phone.

But still, I wasn't tired when I tried to doze off the second time. As hard as I wanted to ignore the truth, it seemed that I was thinking about Jorjia.

She kept creeping up on me. But this time, when I thought about her, there was a soft knock on the door before she stepped inside and closed it behind her.

She stood against it, hands behind her back, shoulder length hair in a mess of waves. Her grin was devious.

It was the sort of grin she wore when I saw her skipping class in the corridors or when she was caught texting during math.

It was trouble.

And I kind of liked it.

"Can I hang out in here?" She fluttered her long dark lashes and I nodded, sitting up in bed.

The sheet fell away from my torso and she let her gaze cast over me as she chewed on her lip.

"Abby went to sleep but I'm not tired and I'm dead bored."

"Uh sure."

One might tell you I had a blunt sense of humour. I didn't sugar coat things or become nervous a lot.

But at that moment, my throat became thick and I felt lost for words as she walked towards the bed, pulling her shorts down to reveal a black lace thong with a little skull jewel dangling from the strap.

"I hope you don't mind," she said with a sweet smile. One that made her dimples appear and in that moment she didn't look like a mature troublesome goth girl.

She seemed delicate and gentle. It was quite confusing given the fact that she was crawling into my bed with nothing but a thong and cropped tank top on.

"It's just so hot and I don't want to sleep in shorts."

"It's sweet," I said and put a hand behind my head as I laid down.

We'd gone to school together for a while. She'd been spending more time around here. But she was still a stranger and the whole thing was kind of weird because when I looked over her smooth creamy body, resting on top of the sheets, I felt a definite twitch in my Klein's.

Due to the staring, I noticed a small tattoo on the bottom of her rib. Her shirt had come up a little and her under boob was one movement away from slipping right out of her shirt.

The tattoo read STYRKA.

"Nice ink," I pointed at it and she rolled on to her side, propping up on her elbow with a grin. "What does it mean?"

"It's strength in Swedish," she said, running her hand along the word in a way that was too erotic to be normal.

Her long red fingernails grazed her own breast and I inhaled a subtle breath.

"That's where my family comes from."

"Cool," I said.

I had no idea she was Swedish. But then again, I didn't know much about her at all.

"My Dad and I are getting a tattoo together soon. First one. You're into them huh? And piercings," I noted the one in her belly button and the dermals on her hips.

She nodded and gave me that devilish grin again as she lifted her left leg into the air, revealing the tattoo on the inside of her right thigh which she was still laying on.

"This was the first one," she gestured at the words which read, bite me, with shaded marks which looked like an actual set of teeth had bitten down on her.

I swallowed, staring at the space that was so close to her centre that it was almost impossible not to stare and think about what was under that super thin material.

As it was, I could see more than what was polite. She left her leg in the air.

"You can. If you want," she whispered. "Bite it. I won't bite back."

She giggled and I met her electric green gaze. She wasn't kidding. That much I could tell. She nodded and pointed at the tattoo again.

"That's what it's there for. Go on. Bite it."

I sat up, still watching her and moved onto my knees. She kept her leg in the air and I gripped the skin beside her tattoo, leaning down and putting her flesh between my teeth.

Of course, I didn't bite her hard. I just sucked the skin between my lips. I could smell her. She smelled sweet with a mixture of something else I had never inhaled before.

She exhaled a sharp breath between her teeth and let her leg in the air drop, slightly rolling more on to her back.

"Have you ever tasted a girl down there before?" She asked, staring at me as I stayed on my hands and knees.

I shook my head and knew that familiar feeling of being bone hard.

"You're a virgin right?"

I nodded again. It shouldn't have surprised me that she wasn't. She had more confidence than I did. And that was saying something.

"Do you want to?" She sucked in her bottom lip and gripped the side of her thong. "I can teach you how."

My heart was pounding out of my chest. My underwear were pulling hard against my dick. I wanted to. I wanted to do a whole lot of bad shit with this girl.

The fact that she was experienced wasn't intimidating. It was a bonus. At least one of us would know what we were doing.

And she was sweet. I didn't feel judged or uncomfortable. So I removed her fingers and pulled her thong down for her before I shifted in between her legs.

So that's what we did for. . . what felt like hours. It was almost a lesson. She would moan instructions and show me where I needed to be.

"Harder there."

"Tongue here, fingers there."

"Faster."

And it must have worked because she was thrashing and moaning at the end of it.

But when I thought it was over, she sat up and pushed me down on to the bed. She straddled me and I could feel her wet centre resting on my lower abdomen as she pulled her top off and let her boobs fall out of her top. The boner was starting to become painful.

"Do you have a condom?" She asked as she started pulling my underwear down, releasing the erection which was bigger than I'd ever seen it before.

I pleasured myself in the shower or in bed. But damn. This was something else. I shook my head and cursed myself for not being prepared.

But she just shrugged and threw the Klein's across the room. "You're a virgin and I get regular check ups. It'll be fine."

She moved on her knees, coming back so she was hovering over me. Her hand gripped my base and she began to line herself up but I stopped her. "W-w- wait," I stammered with a breathless voice. "I don't want to get you pregnant."

"Trust me, no one wants that. I'm on birth control."

Well I wasn't going to keep arguing. I let her take the lead and it was mind blowing. The best thing I had ever felt. The best thing I had ever experienced.

And so we continued doing it for months. She kept on teaching me how to pleasure her. We experimented, a lot!

She knew more than I realised and she shared it all with me until she no longer needed to talk me through it. I could take the lead and leave her falling apart beneath me.

Abby knew as well. She didn't approve but sometime after our joint sixteenth party in March, she dropped it and stopped complaining.

It seemed as if she just needed to get used to the idea and realise things were becoming more serious between Jorjia and I.

We didn't spend a lot of time together at school. But we spent the weekends together and I snuck her in all the time.

I liked her. I liked her more than she knew. There were rumours going around that she'd been seen kissing Blake, a soccer player from another school not far from us. But I didn't believe it. We cared about each other.

We laid in bed one night after I had left a ladder beside the window for her. I was warming her up. She had her head thrown back. Her eyes closed and I watched her delirious state with satisfaction.

That was when I decided to just come out with it. To make her mine. It made sense. We had great sex. We liked each other.

"Jorj," I lapped at her nipple. "Be my girlfriend?"

Her eyes flew open and she stared at the ceiling for a second before she leaned up on her elbows and arched a brow. "What?"

I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. "Be my girlfriend? It seems like the right time? We've been doing this for a while and I—"

"Babe," she interrupted and sat up, pushing her hair back. "Come on. That's not us. It's definitely not me. And Lou, you're not exactly boyfriend material."

I blinked and pretended she hadn't just verbally slapped me across the face.

"But that's what I like about our situation. We're on the same page. But you're not serious enough. You're a little goof with an amazing body and a fantastic penis. But that's all. You know. We have sex. We have fun and it doesn't need to be more. I don't do more."

I slowly nodded, wounded and feeling a little pathetic. "Have you been sleeping with Blake Orden?"

"Yeah. I mean, there's a lot of potential out there. A lot of gorgeous guys and girls. What would I want to be tied to just one for? Then I would miss out on so much more there is to offer."

"But that's commitment," I argued and felt my heart hurting over the fact that she'd been with someone else. "That's what you do when you love someone?"

She winced as if she had a bad taste on her tongue. "It's not natural. If we were meant to mate for life, we wouldn't be capable of feeling attracted to multiple people."

How was I supposed to argue with that? It didn't sound right. But I couldn't keep this conversation up and have my dignity remain in tact. So I just nodded.

"Besides, I'm moving in a month."

"What?"

"Yeah. Mom got a new job in Minnesota," she laid back down with indifference. "Anyway, carry on. I've got to go in an hour."