Lucas Baker Hoodie Novels & Stories

Lucian stopped and said, "I will come back to you tomorrow, Miss Louisa. Will be staying in my tent for tonight." Then, he walked off. I held the wooden box tightly in my hands and walked into the tent. Lucas was sitting on a chair with one crossed leg and taking a nap. He was leaning against the stand with one hand supporting his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Under the dim light, his face looked strikingly handsome. I couldn't even recognize him, because when he was awake, his facial expression was always so intense and fierce. He seldom looked so calm and peaceful.

There are little flecks of blood on his face from scrubbing down the alley. “Yeah. I just took down a member of the VC. I can handle one tiny ER doctor.” “Physically,” Lucas starts, “there’s not much you can’t handle. But that’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.” I open the middle drawer of the dresser and pull out silky black pajama shorts with a matching tank top. I get dressed and grab a robe to cover up with. The pajamas I keep at Lucas’s house are rather revealing for a reason.

Noticing the flush on her ears, Lorenzo’s voice dropped, “Are you free tonight?” “Yeah,” she replied quickly. “Come with me to the hot springs. Let’s support Forrest.” Anna had been waiting for that. She had just gotten back to her private changing room, loosening her shirt, when she was surprised to see someone leaning against the wall. Compared to the clean white shirts and innocent smiles of the past, Lucas seemed like a completely different person. Or rather, this was his true self. Lucas was dressed in a plain black T-shirt, his pale skin contrasting with his slender frame. He held a cigarette between his fingers, looking both indifferent and distant.

#Come outside# I shivered as I read the text from Lucas /Why?/ I asked. /Be out here in five minutes or I’ll knock at your door and tell your parent about your little secret/ What? I groaned as I stood up from bed unwillingly from the fear of Lucas Anderson. I sneaked out of the house before my parents could notice me and as Aurora was sleeping already, it was much easier. He was standing beside his car as I walked out in a pair of washed jeans and a yellow hoodie that probably cost my entire house.

, “but, i don't think id survive a second more here.” “Just hear him out.” He double tapped my arm before leaving. Then Lucas began to walk down, Straight faced, white tee ,on, hair styled like perfection, like something outta the magazine. And most especially, Mr Hosea’s dream come true. My butterflies did a secret happy dance. Id ask what made him change his mind but i guess I'm right back to where i started. On my toes. Anxious and nervous.

They looked unbelievably hot. Lucas wore gray sweatpants and a plain black turtle-necked shirt that hugged his body, while Damon wore an army green cargo pants and a white shirt. I raised my head to look at their faces and while Damon looked like she was shocked by the way I looked, Lucas’s face held something much different.

Lucas said whilst pointing at Arya who in turn had a confused expression on her face as her lips twisted to form a frown. “I'm sorry but, who are you?” Arya asked. “I'm the one Ryker sent to help in your little...delima.” He finished with an odd smile. Lucas was what one would describe as a gym freak. A hot gym freak. He looked to be about the same age as Ryker, maybe older. With his dashing hair and fair skin, he wore a casual black and white suit with an earpiece on his left ear. With every step he took, his muscles bulged, and his odd smile remained the same.

I looked up expecting to see a customer and froze on the spot. Lucas stood in the doorway looking disheveled and angry. His hair was messy like he hadn't remembered to drag a comb through it and his eyes were red and had dark circles underneath. He wore a shirt that was wrinkled as if he slept in it. "We need to talk," he said. "Get out." I set the tray down with shaking hands. "You're not welcome here." "I'm not leaving until you tell me who you're seeing." Lucas walked further into the bakery and I backed up until I hit the counter. "Jennifer said she saw you with some rich guy. Who is he?"

Like he promised the next day Luca wore the hoodie I got for him and he paired it with his new pair of shoes, I could see the necklace peeking out from his hoodie. I'm putting on a green band t-shirt with a short black skirt which has a slit on the side, followed by my good ol' vans, with the anklet on my left ankle and the locket still around my neck.

“No. I don’t want you traversing the city on your own this late, and I can’t leave him here to drive you. You can stay.” My eyebrows shot up, but before I could answer, Lucas reappeared. He was dressed in his dinosaur pajamas, clutching a blanket in one arm and a stuffed shark in the other. “I’m ready!” “Alright, let’s get comfy,” I said, looking down at my own outfit, which was definitely not made for lounging around for a movie marathon—a pair of work pants and a crisp white button-down, both of which had gotten a little sweaty from running around earlier.