Lucas' Point of View

I'm pacing around the living room of Riley's place and trying to think of any place she could possibly be. It's not like she gets out a lot around here. I've tried calling her since she left last night but she wouldn't answer and eventually it went straight to voicemail. I just need a chance to explain and I'm praying to God that she allows me the opportunity to do that.

"She's not answering her phone." Like I fucking said already Josh, it's dead. Oh my God Riley please be alive, please just be safe. I know why she left, Zay woke me up minutes after she sped away on her bike. To be honest I'm grateful she did because otherwise I may not be alive. Or I'd be seriously wishing I was dead. That's how I know she loves me, I'm uninjured and alive. Thank you Riley.

"What about Friday Fight Night? Can you call someone who was there? Maybe they would have seen her."

He shakes his head, "Party ends at 6, Jonothan is gone by 8, plus I told her she shouldn't go there."

"When has Riley ever listened to any one? Especially when it comes to doing what she wants."

"I mean you have a point." Josh begins to scroll through his phone, "Jon and Riley have been friends for years how do I not have his number? DAMN IT!" He throws his phone across the room.

I feel you Josh, I feel you. God if anything happens to her. Wait. "Who's Jonothan?"

"Bartender up there. She fell in love with his old fashions and he fell in love with her." I grit my teeth. Sounds about right. "She doesn't know that though. Once she friend zones someone they tend to stay there." Thank God.

There was a loud banging on the door and Josh flips out a pocket knife before answering it. "Jon, what the fuck happened to her?" I see him holding an unconscious Riley bridal style. What the hell? I clutch her face.

"Come on baby wake up."

"She crashed her bike." I instantly take her out of his arms. There were scratches on the left side of her face and her jacket was torn up. Oh my God, I'm mentally flipping the fuck out. Who am I kidding, it is noticeably flipping balls.

"Look at me baby, come on wake up. Josh we need to take her to the hospital."

"How'd she crash her bike?" Josh questions, "She has never crashed her bike. Was she not wearing her helmet?"

Jon is glaring at me currently, I can feel it but I'm too focused on her. We are not going to get along. "I saw it fish tail and her reaction was too slow. She had about 12 old fashions. So I don't recommend you take her to the hospital."

I grit my teeth and kiss her forehead before leaving her on the couch. "YOU GAVE HER 12 OLD FASHIONS?!"

"You must be the boyfriend she was drinking to forget." I instantly turn my hands into fists.

"What the fuck were you thinking asshole?"

He laughs and glares into my soul. "I was thinking, she's extremely upset because of her asshole of a boyfriend and I wanted to help her out. Besides how the hell could I say no to that beautiful face?"

And he's on the ground. I jump on top and punch him several more times. I'm seeing fucking red, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU SON OF A BITCH! EVER HEARD OF ALCOHOL POISIONING?" I punch him again and feel Josh tugging at me. He eventually pries me off but I get up only because I want to see her. "I'm fine Josh!"

"It's my fault that she came to me to drink? What was her name? Amber?" I leap forward again but this time Josh stops me.

"How long has she been out Jon?"

"40 minutes. She's moaned a few times so she isn't in a coma or anything. Her bike is at the garage at the club. I put my number in her phone last night so if you could text me when she wakes up."

"No." I snap and wish I could rip him to shreds.

"Luke cool the fuck out. If he hadn't been there, if he hadn't brought her back or helped her off the road she could be dead. So you should thank him no matter how much of a dick he's being."

I switch my gaze from her uncle to Jo. "Jon thank you for over serving my girlfriend causing her to crash her bike and bringing her back unconscious and to me."

"Come on Jon." I heard Josh say he'd let him know what was happening before shutting the door. I grab an ice pack and a cool rag. "Well that was eventful."

"Not now Josh." I lightly dab the rag on her face and I can't help but kiss her lips.

"Who the hell is Amber? What the fuck was he talking about?" I fold up the rag and lay it on her forehead, I sat beside her on the ground and placed the ice pack on her thrashed face. "Get to talking."

"Ex-girlfriend of 2 years. She called last night after I passed out, Riley answered."

He laughs lightly, "Drama queen." He saunters into the kitchen and empties the ice machine from the freezer into a bucket. "She's cool as shit but still a girl."

I watch him fill up the bucket of ice with water. "What are you doing?"

"Carry her to the bathtub and lay her in there. Take off her jacket and shoes first."

I nod without much question because I can't pull my focus off of her for too long. God, she's so beautiful. I continually kiss her forehead before I take off her jacket. Josh carries the bucket of water into the bathroom and glances at me, "what are you about to do?'

"She's going to wake up fighting so I'd back the hell off." It's hard to not notice the mischievous grin on his lips and he had every right to have one. He poured the entire bucket of ice water on her. Riley woke up with a screech.

"SON OF A BITCH!" I see her swing her fists around because she can't see what is going on. "OH MY GOD!" Her body is shaking and I grab a towel out of the cabinet and head towards her. Josh's arm stopped me. "JOSH! I'm going to fucking kill you."

"We had to wake you up somehow." Her brown eyes move towards me. "You're still drunk."

She glances at the ground, "what time is it?"

"9." I reply and it isn't hard to notice she's pissed off at me.

"Hell yeah I'm still drunk. I just stopped at like 7:30 or 8." I don't care anymore and move past Josh's arm to give her a towel. "Thanks." She snatches the towel away and tries to stand. "What happened?"

"You tried to drive your bike you idiot. Crashed and apparently you flew from your bike."

My girl starts to laugh and saunters out of the bathroom. "I guess that's why the entire left side of my face feels like it's melting off." We follow her into the bedroom. "Where's my bike?"

Riley stood in her closet, I'm assuming to change clothes. I hear her fall into the wall and after the go ahead from Josh I move to help her. "Jon put it in the garage. He's the one who brought you home." Her uncle mutters. I yanked a shirt off the hanger and pull hers off.

"God bless his old fashions."

"Fuck his old fashions." I mumble and slide the black AC/DC shirt on my girl. I notice her bite her lip and I can't help but laugh. "He's a prick."

"Yeah Riley, your boy here kicked his ass."

"Oh really?" I nod, "Why is that?"

"I'll give you two a moment."

I wait for the bedroom door to close before I press her up against the wall and kiss her. "Mm." She licks her lips and raises her eyebrows. "Wanna have your way with me?"

"Always but right now you and I need to talk." God she looks so gorgeous with her hair sticking to her face. "I did hit Jon a few, to ten times."

She clutches my shirt and pulls me closer, "tell me more." She whispers.

"He likes you, and you're mine." She liked those words and I realize she's a really horny drunk. She inhales deeply and kisses my neck. "He was being an ass about me and he is the reason you crashed."

"Nu uh." I love it when she gets whiny. "I asked for them."

"Yeah, you did and you'll get punished later." I spank her and she giggles, God I can't hardly control myself around her. "He shouldn't have overserved you. Now onto the reason you started drinking, Amber."

Her turned on expression changed quickly to an angered one. "I'm not into the whole 3 way situation. Looks like I'll have to kick her ass, because you aren't leaving me."

I laugh lightly, "She's my ex. There's nothing going on and you can even check my messages and call history."

"Fuck no, I'm not doing that shit. I'm not going to be one of those. The only reason I answered was so it'd stop ringing, I don't know how to work a fucking droid. I'm about that apple life. Why'd she call you so late?"

"I don't know, I haven't talked to her." She pulls me close to her chest and I feel her fingers around my crotch. "What are you doing?"

She dangled my phone in front of my face. "Stealing your phone. Let's find out what she wants."

That sneaky little thing. "How the hell did you do that? Give it back."

"No." She snaps, "Let's find out what she wants. Speaker, and here you go." I give her an evil glare as she tosses me my phone. "I'll make it up to you later." God I love it when she winks at me.

"Deal."

Hello?

Amber it's me. Lucas, I'm returning your call.

I'm surprised that bitch from last night actually gave you the message.

First of all she's not a bitch, she's my girlfriend who got defensive. Rightfully so, now what do you want?

I've come home.

Great.

I just thought you'd like to know that the love of your life will be back in your life.

The love of my life is sitting right beside me, so she never left.

We went out for 2 years Lucas, so don't think she can ever give you what I did.

She gives me more than you ever did. So I highly, highly recommend that you stay the hell away from me.
I glance up at Riley who is trying to stifle her laughter.
When do you move back?

I already did, I start school on Monday. Tell your girlfriend she's got some competition.

No we don't lie to each other.

See you on Monday.

I hang up the phone and my girl can't help but crack up laughing. "God I'm gonna have to kick her ass."

"I wouldn't mind that." I really, really wouldn't. I regret every moment I spent with her and wish I had met Riley sooner.

"Let's play a game. For every question you answer of mine I'll take off something."

I start to laugh. "You're a horny drunk."

"All the more reason for you to sleep with me later." I'm turned on, this game better go by fast. I hurriedly sit on the bed and kick off my shoes. Her fingers touched the hem of her shirt, "how long did you date her?"

"2 years." God yes. She's gorgeous, I can never get tired of seeing her body.

"Good boy." Her fingers held the button on her soaked jeans that we never changed her out of. This game is going very well, very quickly. "Why'd y'all break up?"

"She's a heartless bitch, plus she moved."

She shimmied out of her jeans with a sexy smirk. I love it when she wears her black lace boy shorts. I think that's what they're called, either way her ass looks amazing in them. It is so evident I'm turned on right now and I don't even try to hide it. Her arms moved to unclip her bra, "Who broke up with who?"

"Her with me." I can't fucking take it anymore. I reach out for her but she takes a step backwards.

"No sir. Now you get punished."

She puts her bra back on. "NO!"

Riley giggles slightly and touches her panties, "Why is she a heartless bitch?"

Where to freaking begin, I guess the question fits the reward. "She's controlling, manipulative and nasty." My eyes fell from her body as I continue to talk, "I had no friends because of her, I couldn't have friends because she would be pissed. She's the reason things fell apart with my dad, he was an ass already but because of her my grades slipped, I got kicked off the football team my sophomore year for missing practice and you know that pissed him off." Riley sat in my lap and kissed my forehead, "I didn't even realize it till she was gone."

"I'm going to have to kick her ass."

I lightly laugh and lay her down on the bed. "You don't have to baby."

"She hurts you, I hurt her. It only makes sense." She gasps for air as my lips touch her neck, God she loves that little spot. I kiss my way down her body and Riley is already going crazy. I slowly slip off her panties and glance at her.

"I can't let you do that." I whisper.

"I guess it's too bad I don't give a fuck."

I smirk and throw off my shirt. "You'll get in trouble."

"Since when do I care about that?" She sits back up and rolls to get on top. Her fingers graze my abs. God I love it when she does this. She kisses them and lightly nibbles, it's so fucking hot. "I do what I want Sparky."

"What do you want right now baby?"

"You." She grinds against me, "Oo, you a little hard?"

"More than a little."

Her lips crash against mine, "Don't worry Sparky. You're mine. Amber can go to hell."

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