Crossing The Line |Sequel To Not Your Lap Dog|

Chapter Eleven

I sat on the ground outside, while Luke smoked a cigarette. "Since when did you smoke," I ask and he shrugs. 

"Things change. It's been a very long time after all," he says and I sigh. 

"Ten years isn't that long," I say and he chuckles. 

"Yeah, tell that to your boyfriend. He seems to think it is," Luke whispers and I chuckle. 

"Well of course he does. I mean technically I should be like twenty-something right now," I say and look up at him. "How old are you even," I ask and he shrugs. 

"I should be twenty-eight right now, but I made myself stop aging like four years ago, so I'm technically twenty-four right now, so the age gap between us isn't that bad," he says with a wink and I roll my eyes. 

"I don't even know why I'm talking to you right now," I grunt and he sighs and sits next to me, tossing the cigarette away.

"Are you still angry about it," Luke asks and I laugh insanely loud. 

"Am I still angry about the fact that I ended up drinking poison that you left for my parents because you were pissed that I couldn't get with you since I'm, you know, an Omega," I say and he looks down. "You know I'd set it up so that you and I could still be together right," I ask and he stares at me. "But you know, I think it's best that we didn't. I mean after all, you ended up killing me." 

It's silent for awhile. I'm not sure how I actually feel towards him right now. I'm angry because, well, obviously, but it's also kinda numb. 

"You know, you've never said that you're sorry," I whisper and he lets out a sigh. "And it's cause you aren't," I say and sigh. "Why am I not surprised?"

I stand up and reach for the door handle. I'd rather deal with asshole Alpha's then him right now. I feel his hand lightly grab mine. "Please. Stay," he says and I stare into his eyes. The eyes of someone I once loved. 

I growl and jerk my hand away. "You have no right to ask anything of me," I say and I can feel tears threatening to spill. "After everything you've done to me, why would I ever want to be around you again," I scream and without thinking, my claws extend and I cut the side of his face. I stare in horror for a moment and then sigh. "I guess we're both monsters Lucas," I whisper and walk inside. I find Betty quickly, who looks bored as fuck. Nobodies really fucked with us after the whole ordeal earlier. 

"I wanna go home Betty," I whisper and she lets out a releaved sigh. 

"Thank god I'm not the only one. Tonight sucked and I just wanna lay in my bed," she says. "Come on Kev. We're going back to Riverdale," she yells and Kevin whines. 

"But I was having fun," he pouts, approuching us slowly. 

"Yeah well we're not. Tonight sucked and I just wanna go home," I say and then something seems to click in Kevin's mind, by the change of his expression. 

"Let's just go to the hotel and we'll head back tomorrow afternoon," Kevin says and I cock my head. 

"Why not just go home now," I ask and he won't meet my gaze. "What are you keeping from us," I ask and when he doesn't answer, I can't hold myself back as I slam into the wall. "Keller, I have had a very fucked up night and I swear to whatever God there is, if you don't tell me what's going on, I will make you regret it," I snarl and the fear in his eyes is enough to snap me back to reality. I let him go and pull him into a hug. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I just want my other half," I whisper, clutching him tighter. "I need Reggie right now," I say and I feel the tears begin to fall. He finally hugs me back and we sink to the ground. 

"We can't go back. I'm sorry but I litterally can't tell you why," Kevin whispers and Betty lets out a loud gasp. 

"I know what's happening," she whispers and I turn towards her. 

"What do you mean? How," I ask and she's shaking. 

"They wouldn't have sent us all away like this. If this was really supposed to be about clothes, they would've came with. Especially Reggie. He's too controlling to not," she whispers and then it clicks. 

"We have to go. Now," I say and pull Kevin up. 

"We can't. They don't want us there," Kevin says and I stare at him. 

"Have I ever done anything that Reggie wants me to," I ask and drag him behind me. "And if you really want, you can stay here, sleep with some other guys. I don't care Kevin, but I'm going back, even if it kills me. If you haven't noticed, I'm not very scared of death anymore." 

I let go of Kevin and run out, Betty right behind me. I stare and see Kevin still in the club doors. "We have to leave him," Betty whispers. "We can't wait any longer."

I nod and she starts the car. "Care if I speed," she asks.

"Obviously not Cooper," I say and she smirks, before she slams her foot on the gas.