Lucas Baker Hoodie Novels & Stories

He raked through his hair and was clad in an ordinary yellow shirt with green shorts which made him look like a basketball player for whom women will cheer! 'Here I come, Mrs Nathalie Petrakis!' Lucas walked out of his own room this time and hurried towards the lounge.

Video games were the fourth. “Ezra Queen. Missed you, buddy.” Lucas went in for a handshake. “Lucas.” Lucas was already in his uniform. He was tall like the rest of them. As a ginger, he hated the sun, so he always made sure he had a face cap with him or any form of shades whenever he stepped outside. “So,” Ezra continued, “are they all in there?”

I was still wearing the same white outfit with my ankle boots, plus a thick, wool, dark blue winter jacket that reached just before my knees and a white, wool, winter beanie from April’s personal stuff. I felt a little shy about taking her stuff. What if she hates someone wearing her clothes? Not just someone but a….an alleged prostitute. Lucas was all dressed and ready for me, leaning against the front door with that smug smirk that is becoming his signature. He was wearing the same thing I saw him wearing in my room. A navy, blue jeans, a long sleeve black sweater, and black boots, he only added a black winter jacket on him. His eyes were running up and down my entire body as I approached

" Clary beamed and quickly walked to one that was hung up on the wall in display. "This one!" "You were ready, weren't you?" Lucus commented dryly. The shopkeeper took down the hanbok set, which consisted of a white shirt with a dark blue vest and silver pants. The vest had a black and silver flowered pattern on the bottom half that matched the ribbon on Emma's vest. When Lucus emerged, Clary ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "Do you like it?" "I do. What do you think?" "I think you look beautiful."

Not toward the station. I followed two cars behind. Lights off. He parked behind an old bakery. Dead end street. No reason to be here. And then? He walked up to a car. Black. Tinted windows. Fancy. Someone was inside. I crouched low, heart racing. Pulled my hoodie up. Slipped closer, behind a dumpster that smelled like rotten fries. Lucas leaned in the window. Talked to the guy. I couldn’t hear shit—but the body language was loud.

“Good day ladies, hope I didn't disturb your little party?” Lucas joked as he walked towards them in calculated strides. He was putting on a black suit with a white shirt underneath. His neck button was left undone and the tie he'd worn out that morning was nowhere in sight. The imperfection of his ruffled shirt as he took the suit off only added to the vibe as it exuded masculinity that was hard to resist.

“That nose, the jawline, those lips… You’re going to steal the show tonight.” She grinned, clapping her hands together like an artist envisioning their masterpiece. “No wonder Lucas is so smitten with you,” she added offhandedly. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her words. This was all an elaborate act, and she had no idea. But instead, I turned back to the window, letting her fuss over the dresses. Hunter—or Lucas—returned a few minutes later, carrying a crisp white paper bag. “I got you Coney Island hot dogs, black-and-white cookies, and yogurt?” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s all they had nearby.”

"You look like our mysterious bodyguard. It's perfect. Very cinematic." Lucas grinned, tossing me his phone in a smooth arc. "Fine. You can take them then. Make sure I look good." "Lucas," I said, catching the phone and rolling my eyes. "You're dressed like a gothic mob boss who's madly in love with his wife. You always look good. It's genuinely annoying." Hannah laughed so hard she nearly dropped her cotton candy, which would've been a tragedy given how much she loved it.

Lila’s P.O.V The notification came while I was folding laundry on the living-room floor—Shayla’s purple unicorn hoodie, Lucas’s soccer jersey with grass stains that would never come out, Aiden’s tiny dinosaur-print onesie that still smelled faintly of baby shampoo. My phone buzzed once, then kept buzzing, a string of alerts that made me pause mid-fold. I reached for it without thinking. The first headline was from a music blog I’d never heard of: *Lucian Reyes Drops Surprise Acoustic EP – Fans Are Losing It Over “Homecoming” Track*

Lila wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole. He knew she was lying. Before the awkward silence could grow worse, a loud voice suddenly called from behind him. “Ryder!” Both of them turned. A group of hockey players were walking across the parking lot, laughing and pushing each other. Lucas Hale was among them. The team’s goalie. He was taller than most of the players, with messy blond hair and a calm expression. His eyes briefly scanned the area before landing on Lila and Ethan. Lucas slowed down slightly.