Love Hurricane - Victory Storm

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thanks to our story, no other boy will be able to...taste you.”

      Kira's cheeks turned suddenly bright red, but she was serious and ready to go on with the text she had planned for that day.

      She knew that if she pretended to have a love story with gorgeous and greatly demanded Adam Gramell, she wouldn't have any other chance to start a true love story, but she didn't care, as she had understood that she wouldn't have time for that, because of his studies and a part-time job she was looking for. She didn't want to lose her place as the best student in her class, together with the tidy sum she was putting by for her journey to Princeton.

      COMING BACK

       Lucas

      

       Princeton, Kentucky, September 28 th 2018

      “One more stunt like that, and I'll suspend you from school, Lucas,” the headmistress shouted angrily. “I don't care if the new term has just started. I'm not going to stand your rash acts any more, is it clear?”

      “Yes, it is,” I answered slowly, with a bored half-smile, while I tried to hold back my anger which wanted to burst out against those two bastards, Garcia and Setton.

      My knuckles were grazed because of the punches I had given that morning, but it hadn't been enough to prevent them from whining and going to the headmistress.

      I looked around myself and saw all the students taking distances from me and from that woman, who was as spineless as an invertebrate, but who was able at the same time to terrify those silly idiots.

      I had got used to stirring fear and disgust: there were some people who considered me just what I was, dregs and rotten merchandise. For some others I was instead just a criminal on bail, but I was such a good fuck as to prevent half of the girls who had already come to bed with me, from holding back their lascivious panties.

      However, I couldn't stand all that notoriety anymore and I suddenly started looking for a cigarette. I needed to get out from that hellish place and take a pair of drags, if I wanted to avoid shooting my head before the end of the lesson.

      I searched the back pocket of my jeans. It was empty.

      “Hell, I threw the packet away before the headmistress arrived!”

      Feeling really annoyed and anxious because of the way that day had started, I rushed to the door. If I was lucky, I could get to the dormitory just in time, take a packet of cigarettes and go back to my classroom, before the bell rang.

      While all the people there were still staring at me, I walked along the corridor, with my usual defiant look.

      I was going to get into the hall, when a vision dazzled me. Well, it had to be a vision. It certainly was.

      I was paralysed by what my eyes couldn't realize yet, so I stopped, staring straight in front of me, till her eyes crossed mine.

      I felt struck like I had never been before, when I noticed her surprise and her overwhelming happiness, which made her drop her trolley to the floor.

      I was shattered and almost terrified by that vision, which was making my brain go haywire, then I saw her curving that small heart-shaped mouth I had never forgotten. Just when I thought I was recovering from that shock, I found myself plunging my face into her dark and sweet-smelling hair, while she threw herself into my arms and dragged me closer to her.

      To the middle of a hurricane whirl.

      I was left breathless as soon as the soft smell of her skin got to my nostrils.

      “Lucas,” she whispered in a broken voice, piercing through my mind and soul.

      I thought I would explode. I had to keep grasping at my rationality to avoid sinking into the emotional storm which was making my heart beat till it blew up.

      I shut my eyes to wipe away that devilish illusion but when I opened them again, I saw it. Really. For the first time in many years.

      “I've been missing you so much,” I could just hear, being suddenly captured by her wood-green eyes stuck into mine with an adoring and sad shade, while I could feel her soft and warm hands slipping along my neck and stopping on my drawn and incredulous face.

      Her fingers brushed gently my left eyebrow, where I had a scar, and she half-closed her eyes for a moment. Then she stared back at me and smiled, deeply moved.

      “Kira,” I was able to utter in spite of my dry throat.

      As soon as I heard my own words, I understood I was lost.

       ***

      

      

      

       Kira

      

      I couldn't believe I was so lucky.

      Adam was right when he had taken me to the shrine the day before I left and had forced me to buy a good-luck talisman.

      It was working!

      If I only thought about all the sacrifices I had made in the last two years, working as a part-time receptionist to spare the money, pay my journey and finance a private detective who would look for Lucas.

      Instead... Heaven had been on my side for once so, after my parents' separation and my mum's decision to go back to the USA, I had immediately packed my bags, even if I was attending my last year at High School.

      However, I could never have dreamt of meeting Lucas so soon and even without the help of the detective I had found on the Net!

      I thanked Adam silently once more for his support and because he had never let me give up all hope. I decided to spend half of my money to buy some designer clothes for him: that was his greatest passion. By the way, I knew his taste and his clothes size perfectly, since we had spent a lot of time together going around shopping.

      I smiled happy for what my fate had given me: a perfect journey, a warm September weather, my mum's leave to stay in Princeton on my own, even if I had to live at the school dormitory, while she would stay at an old friend's in Davenport, waiting to get her job as social worker back.

      But the most surprising thing had been Lucas, who seemed ready to welcome me in the town High School, when I saw him walking towards me.

      Oh my God, I had been missing him so much!

      I had had to grasp at my super self-control to avoid bursting out crying, but when I had seen him looking at me with his wonderful, wide open hazelnut eyes, that I could make out in a thousand, I hadn't been able to hold back and I had run into his arms.

      Luckily I was used to Adam's tallness and I had stood on my tiptoes by instinct, to throw my arms around his neck.

      I hadn't played basketball for a while, so I hadn't become much taller, while Lucas had grown a lot.

      With my body close to his, I had also felt his muscles stiffening against me under his light t-shirt.

      They were very similar to the ones Adam kept moulding at the gym every day and that had made me feel in the seventh heaven. Adam was right: Lucas had grown up and I was sure that, being so well-built, he surely wouldn't let his father beat him so easily any more.

      However, I had to hold back the itch I felt in my hands, ready to pull his t-shirt up and check if he had any marks of belt on his skin, or anything else.

      By touching his skin and hearing his voice after such a long time, I felt the stone I had been carrying with me for so many years crumble down. Lucas was safe. He was with me. At last!

      The only negative side, which was making me feel upset once more, was the scar on his left brow. Even if it was slightly covered by a piercing, I couldn't avoid

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