Luke's POV

I walk through the city. Because it rained, the weather was nice and warm. I still had a bit left before I made it to the hospital. I’m not totally sure I’ll make it.

I keep walking. I know that I need to be with Amanda even if she’s being a brat and saying she’s fine by herself. Just from the memory of that look in her eye when she got even close to men. Makes me walk faster.

Then there was a honk from behind me.

I turn around and see this gorgeous, crimson hair-dyed woman in a crimson corvette stop right beside me.

The window on the passenger seat was down and she had her sunglasses on the tip of her nose so you could see her gorgeous brown eyes.

She gives me this amusing look before she says in a sultry voice, “Need a ride?”

Just like any teenager, I had raging hormones. I was about to say yes until I stop myself and take a deep breath.

I didn’t know this woman. She looks familiar, but I don’t know where I know her. She was a complete stranger. For all, I know she could be a serial killer.

However, I need the ride in order to get to Amanda’s therapy appointment on time.

I give her a coy smile, “I do need a ride.”

“Where too?” She says still with that sultry tone.

“The hospital.”

She gives me this smile that just made me melt. “Get in.”

I did as the vixen commands and get in the beautiful crimson corvette.

For a minute, the car was silent. My curiosity gets the better of me.

“I’m Luke by the way. What’s your name?”

The vixen doesn’t take her eyes off the road as she says, “Rose.”

“Wow, that’s a perfect name for you.”

“What do you mean by that.” She says in an accusing voice.

I nervously reply, “Um yo-you know, your hair is um crimson.” Giving her a sheepish smile as I rub the back of my neck with my right hand. Then I mumble as I look down and blush, “You’re also um gor-gorgeous.”

I roll my eyes up to see her reaction. She was emitting a stunning crimson color, similar to the color of her hair.

“I um thank you.” She whispers.

She seems familiar, I don’t know why. The more I look at her, the more familiar she gets.

My curiosity gets the better of me and I ask, “You seem familiar, do I know you?”

She forcibly replies, “No.” It didn’t sound like a no, but I wasn’t gonna press any more than I already did.

The car rolls into the hospital parking lot. She stops by the entrance.

“Well, this is it.” She says sweetly.

I smile, “Thank you, Rose, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope we meet again.” I get out and close the door.

“We probably will.” She says as she drives off.

I start walking towards the psychiatric part of the hospital. Then a thought pops into my mind. ‘What did she mean by that?’

I shake my head, clearing myself of the thought. I feel an ache in my bladder. I decide to go to the bathroom, so I go into the endocrine building.

I walk into the bathroom and pee. I hear footsteps walk behind me and go into the stall.

Then I heard crying in the stalls. I didn’t want to say anything as I peed, so I wait until I’m done. After I’m done I turn my attention to the crier.

“Um, are you okay?” I ask the person in the stalls.

“I’m alright.” Chokes the person. The voice sounded distinctively female. I figure that she probably didn’t see that this is a boy’s bathroom.

“You’re lying,” I say softly and non-accusingly.

The door slams open as the girl shrieks, “I’M NOT LYING!”

I didn’t even have time to look at her probably tear-stained face as I throw my arms around her and pull her into an embrace.

I coo, “Ssssshhhh, let it out. It’s okay to cry.” She pushes her head on my shoulder and cries. She cries until she couldn’t cry any longer.

After the cry session, I whisper into her ear, “Are you okay now?” She nods into my shoulder.

I let go and look take a look at her. A recognizable face, tear-stained looks right back at me.

“Luke?” She gasps.

“Tracy?”

We both have a surprised look on our faces.

“Why were you crying?” I ask worriedly.

Tracy composes himself, “None of your business.”

I look at him. He was crying and now he’s trying to be tough about it. The memory of when Mrs. Underwood came up into my mind. He must’ve had a rough life.

I feel the tears start to well up in the back of my eyes. The I offer, “Hmm, well if you ever need to talk about it. You can tell me anything.” Then an idea pops into my head, “Me and my sister are going out to lunch after, do you want to come?”

“You mean ‘my sister and I’ and I would-” on cue his stomach growls with hunger. Tracy blushes, “On second thought, I would be delighted to.”

“Great!” I chirp with a grin. I start walking away and Tracy follows.

“Yeah sure.”

“By the way, why were you here?”