"Derek's a really jealous guy!" Molly completed and sighed. She placed her hand on Luka's shoulder. "You act like you stand a chance but believe me... " Her eyesight sharpened as she gazed into his. "... You don't stand a single chance. Not in affection and definitely not in strength, so give up!"
She took her hand off him and shoved them in her coat. She took a few steps towards the house and took a good look at it. The sight almost made her lose it.
"Argh, how am I going to explain this to auntie?" She scratched her head roughly. "At least, they didn't burn it down!" She giggled and just walked away.
The group dispatched, leaving Luka, who walked along the sidewalk to think about a lot of things.
He knew they were right but that was what he hated the most. Why must their present be defined by their past? It just wasn't fair. He also liked her, why couldn't he have a shot with her?
