HIM, стр. 10
"How did you get home last night anyway?" Jason asks.
I was dreading this question, but perhaps it will help me find out more information about Luke. I fidget with my fingers in my lap.
"Um... Luke drove me home in my car."
I can see the anger building on Jason's face. Why is it a big deal to Jason that he gave me a ride home? It was very nice of him to do so.
"Did you sleep with him?" Jason barks.
"What? No!" I reply in a pissy voice. "He slept on my couch and was picked up this morning by some chick."
I can see the blood boiling in Jason. He grips tightly to his steering wheel and clenches his jaw together. He looks cute when he's angry. But damn, he's pissed. I wonder what grudge he has against Luke.
"Stay the hell away from him, Ali, I mean it," Jason says, straight-faced as he looks at me dead in the eye.
"Why? He was nice enough to bring me home when I was drunk and upset last night."
"He's not a good guy, Ali. He's a piece of shit, and to tell you the truth, he should've never come here." Jason says fuming.
I clearly do not know the history between these two, but I could tell something is amiss. I give Jason a concerned, yet confused as hell, look.
"He pulled up to the shop one day on his stupid ass motorcycle and never left. If it weren't for your dad, Bridget and I would still be together," he says, looking at me like a lost but angry puppy.
"What do you mean if it wasn't for my dad?" I demand.
"Your dad took Luke under his wing. They did everything together, and your dad taught him a lot about cars. Granted, Luke knew a lot already, more than most of us," Jason says.
"We hit it off pretty good at first, and I even had him move into my house. The one you were at last night. I was having one of my parties, and Bridget and I got in a fight because she was flirting with Luke and was all over him."
I can see Jason getting more and more worked up as he continues to tell me the story. I wasn't aware that he and Bridget were in a relationship. All he did was sleep with her many times back in High School, along with a bunch of other girls. They never had anything serious since she slept with other people too. All of this comes to me as a surprise. So much has changed in the past six years.
"A few buddies of mine told me about Bridget disappearing from a party. I went to look for her. I ended up finding her butt ass naked in Luke's bed. I threw a punch, and we began to fight. It was a huge fight, and a lot of stuff got broken at my house. My dad and your dad came to intervene and break us apart."
After hearing the story, I feel sorry for Jason. I would like to know Luke's side of the story, but I need to be sympathetic toward my friend.
"Oh, my goodness, Jay. I'm so sorry," I say while I grab his hand.
That explains why Luke was sitting all alone yesterday at Mary's.
"Luke moved all of his stuff out and into the pole barn. Your dad helped him fix it up and add a living quarter to the back. I wish he would've just left town. I hate that motherfucker," Jason retorts.
I feel awful for Jason. How could a friend do such a horrible thing to you after you welcome them into your home? Why was my dad so close to Luke? I have so many questions. I cannot for the life of me understand the relationship between my dad and Luke. At the same time, I keep wondering why my dad never told me about him at all. I need to find out more about that mysterious hunk of deliciousness.
Why would my dad help him? I know my dad had a kind soul. However, I know that he'd never help someone over Jason. Bridget must have been the girl who picked up Luke from my house this morning.
"Please, just stay away from him, Ali." Jason pleads.
I am quite shocked and clueless. I agree with Jason so that he will calm down.
"Okay," I reply, looking at him.
Jason turns up the music, and we ride the rest of the way to his parent's house in silence. I cannot get out of my head that Luke must not be that bad if my dad was willing to help him. He even made him the head mechanic at his shop. Did that piss Jason off too? There could be more to this than what Jason is saying. I know my dad would never be this kind to anyone without good reason.
We pull into Jason's parents, and my phone rings.
"I will come in right after I take this," I say to Jason as he hops out of his truck and heads into the house.
"Hello."
"Good Morning, sweetie," my aunt says joyfully.
"Good Morning," I mutter.
"Tomorrow, we are meeting with your daddy's team of lawyers to go over his will. We can postpone until next week if you aren't ready," she exclaims.
I run my hand across my forehead because I know I'm not ready. I don't think I will ever be prepared to hear who gets whatever is left of my dad's shit. I need to get back to work, and next week will be too long to be away from my job.
"Tomorrow is fine," I reply with a sigh.
"See you tomorrow then, sweetie. Make sure to dress in your Sunday best! Hugs and kisses," she says, making smooching sounds