Golden Boy - Chapter XV
Happy freaking late/early Luca day? I am so so sorry for such a late post, there were health issues with a friend of mine and then unfortunately I had to put my childhood dog down BUT ANYWAY. we move on- its a Luca freaking chapter and I really hope you enjoy!
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First Chapter / Masterlist / Continued from Here
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Luca has no idea what time it was when Flint rips the covers off of Luca and hauls him out of bed so heâs standing. Right there and then as he looked at the asshole smirking infront of him. Luca decided he hated this guy- confirmed.
âGood morning, Cadet, sleeping in? Nice to see how comfortable youâve become here.â
Flint presses a stack of clothes into his arms, black combats and camo just like what Flint wore. âThis is your new uniform. Breakfast is at 04 everyday. You will have thirty minutes to eat, then be ready for early training. Is that understood, Cadet?â
The clothes sit heavy in Lucaâs arms as he blinks hard, desperately pushing sleep aside, as he rocked on his heels in attempt to keep himself upright;
âUhhhh.. yeah..â he sighs, barely conscious as his head slightly droops forward. He forces his eyes open more before cracking his neck, a habit of his every morning.
âPosture Cadet.â Flint gruffs before tilting his head. âAnd did you enjoy eating dirt yesterday? Because we can redo the lesson as long as it takes to sink in. If you like mud we can change it for something more unpleasant.â
Luca grimaces, instantly fixing his posture,
âIt wasnât exactly my favourite, general, guess it was a bitta protein thoughâŚâ
âGood attitude, Cadet. Keep that up and youâll be fine.â Flint says and marches towards the door with his confident stride. âOh, also. You have ten minutes left for breakfast. Better move, cadet.â
âLeft??? how was I supposed to know when to be up??â As flint walks away, Luca puts his uniform on his bed and quickly grabs the general by the arm,
âHold on- this isnât fair!â
Flint goes still. His muscles shift under Lucaâs hand.
He doesnât turn.
âYou should have asked when breakfast was, Cadet.â
Hate hate hate, confirmed comfirmed confirmed.
Flint glances at his watch. âAh. Nineâ oh, no. Eight minutes to go. Better dress.â He shrugs Lucaâs hand off him. âI am not your babysitter like that lieutenant whoâs fond of you, Cadet. You think youâre better than other cadets?Prove it.â
As Flint walks out, Luca can hear him call from the hall. âSeven minutes.â
Luca scoffs, eyes not leaving the direction in which the general walked off in. Uneblievable.
"Eat shitâŚ" he grumbles before quickly getting dressed, ruffling his hair until it looked okay-enough.
One sock, second sock- where are my shoes- fuck...
He hops on one foot, butting on his second boot before lacing them and rushing out the door, slamming the door behind him with a sigh.
He follows the trail he saw Flint leave in and was met with a corridor, one door reading 'Mess hall' on the outside, he barged in, a bored expression on his face as his eyes roam around the room, taking it all in...
There was nobody there.
The room was empty.
No other soul was awake.
Thereâs a clock above the kitchen area, that reads 2.00.
Flint smiles as he comes in with a cup of black steaming coffee. âOh. You didnât ask, either, Cadet.â He says with a satisfied smile. âNewbies make breakfast for the team. Everything you need is in the kitchen. Make sure to impress them. Theyâre a harsh crowd.â
Flint pats Lucaâs shoulder as he walks past him But Luca quickly shoves at the man's hand- only earning him a harsh fist wrapping around Luca's wrist, making him yelp in pain;
âYou are a glutton for punishment it seems, Fletcher. Didnât your parents ever teach you manners?"
Luca's mouth opens to protest but Flint's grip only tightens,
âYou must control your anger, Cadet. It will get you in trouble. I will not turn violent unless I neeed to. NowâŚâ Flintâs boot darts down on Lucaâs ribs. âMy soldiers get angry when they're hungry, it's not a pretty sight. Chop chop!â
Then he leaves.
Luca watches as Flint leaves for a long moment before shoving down his anger- stay on task.
He saw the oats and milk layed out followed by eggs and sausages. Pretty standard- what they were fed in the other base but also pretty much what Luca only knew how to make.
By 04, Luca was sat at a table, etching drawings into the wood with a knife from the kitchen while he tried to pass time, breakfast all set up to be served, piping hot.
The first to enter is a raven haired girl with a shoulder length v-shaped haircut. She looks to be older than Jet, around 22-23.
âOh. He did it to you, huh? When did he wake you?â She asks bluntly, her voice naturally lower. She moves with efficient grace, plating eggs and sausages and bacon onto her plate and grabbing the teapot and a teacup without any flourish. Almost brutal in her movements. âYou look like shit.â
Luca just huffs a laugh, eyes not leaving the table as his knife moves with precise precision. He could only guess the state he looked after losing his best friend yesterday, the bruises from his previous encounter with the dickhead cadets and the utter lack of sleep.
There werenât many girls on his cadet squad- one or two maybe but that was it. The early wake up call and betrayal of the bastard Flint had him in a bad mood and didn't exactly make Luca the most charming to meet at the moment.
âDidnât know theyâve let girls on this godamn team. You make us sandwiches when weâre done training?â
The corner of his mouth quirks up as he wipes away the loose wood thatâs been carved away.
In an instant therreâs a flash of movement and a hand wrapped around Lucaâs throat, pushing the chair back to the ground, a knee on his chest, digging into his ribs and a knife above his eye, the tip almost touching it, making his eyes water. All of this before he had a chance to blink.
âI really hope I didnât hear what I thought I heard,â she says with a blank expression, not letting any emotion slip, as if she was bored.
Luca groans, back arching with pain from the sudden impact of the ground. She was strong- stronger than some of the guys on the cadet team.. he would never let that on though.
âFuck.. well maybe you misheard me,â Luca growls, craning his neck up so heâs almost face to face with the girl, bringing himself ever so slightly closer to the blade as a challenge,
âI said get your ass back to the kitchen because-â
In one quick motion, Luca expertly knocks the knife from the girlâs hand, grabbing her wrists and quickly rolling her over- their positions swapped,
âYouâre fucking weak. Girls have no place in the military.â
The girl doesnât grunt. Instead, she moves her feet in close to her hips, and launches her hips up while yanking her wrists down. Luca jolts forwards, catching himself on his hands, but the girl grabs his elbow with both hands and wrenches it back to her chest before wrapping her foot around the outside of his calf. With another shift of her hips theyâre rolled again and this time she doesnât stop at just pinning him.
A blow to the throat has Luca gasping, and she punches him hard in the face, her knuckles cracking off his cheek, his jaw, slams her fist down on the bridge of his nose.
She doesnât stop. Every punch seems to hit something vital, her knuckles seeming to go through his ribs to punch the air from his lungs, down to his kidneys and distantly, beyond the pain, he knew it would hurt long after the initial blow.
When he tries to recover she punches him in the throat again and blood spurts from Lucaâs nose across her knuckles. An elbow to the breast bone and the girl gets to her feet with the same brutal grace as before. Then, for good measure, she stomps on his crotch and turns, leaving him writhing on the ground as she takes a napkin and wipes the blood away.
Luca lays still on the floor, breath rasping in his throat as he gasps for breath, "F-ff'ck..." He groans, hands grasping between his legs as he despertaley tries to tough out the overwhelming pain.
When he looks up through the curls that fell over his eyes, he sees Veda, powl in hand and walking towards a table to have her breakfast.
Luca's face twists in anger, shakily getting to his feet before wiping down his uniform, Shit- blood had gotten on the fabric, he prayed Flint wouldnt care- maybe he wouldnt even notice.
"Fuckin' asshole.." Luca grumbles, wiping blood from his face before sitting back in his spot he was previosuly sitting at, fixing the chair back on it's four legs. He slumps in the chair, leg bouncing as he seethes with anger. Dumb bitch got my uniform bloody..
The doors open again a few minutes later and a short blonde woman and a giant hulk of a man with a buzz cut walk through together, smiles on their faces at the smell of food.
When Luca looks up, their smiles drop. The blonde- Poppy- tilts her head at him, as if taking in every detail. The man, Ryker, on the other hand looks fit to devour him.
âThought Flint said that was the last of usâŚâ he grumbles, eyes not leaving Luca but he was clearly not talking to the boy.
âI donât like him..â Ryker growls before brushing past him, beginning to plate up the food, Poppy quietly folllowing after him, eyes still studying Luca.
âIâm in the room, asshole, act like it.â
Ryker looks at Luca for a moment, laughing as he bites into his toast, âGot a damn mouth on him tooâŚ.â
âWhat happened to his face?â Poppy asks, her voice soft and airy, feminine. Her words anything but. She reaches a hand out as if to touch Lucaâs nose, but retracts it as Luca's eyes harden on her.
âHe ran his mouth,â Veda says simply before shoveling a spoonful of food into her mouth.
âHeâs young,â Poppy replies, blinking with big doe like eyes. She wore makeup and was a slim build, and short, maybe 4â, her hair distractingly blonde and bright as she looked at Luca with big blue eyes. âYouâre young,â she tells him.
Lucas face softens slightly, finally being spoken to instead of being spoken at.
âIâm twentey,â he speaks plainly, eyes occasionally drifting to Ryker, making sure he was still in his view.
He finally forces himself to step forward, âand I belong on this team just as much as any of you guys do.â
Ryker just laughed dryly before taking a seat by Veda.
He can feel Poppy's eyes on him but he was sort of used to that, girls always seemed to match themselves onto him in some desperate plea for attention. Thatâs why Veda confused him- slightly intriguing him.
Luca just rolls his eyes at Ryker's arrogance, sitting down at the very end of the bench, leg bouncing up and down as his eyes dart around the room, trying to take in everything and everyone.
His eyes meet the desk that he had carved into but he doesnât care, it was too minimalistic for Flint to notice anyways⌠hopefully.
He shrugs as the conversation dies down, âI was seventeen when I joined the cadetes⌠unofficially⌠then.. well they found out I lied about my age but they kept me onâŚâ
âThree years and youâre still a cadet?â Ryker guffaws. âAnd youâre somehow on this team now? My god, Flintâs lost it.â
Lucas face burns red with anger, his hand tightening on the side of the table,
âWasnât exactly because of my skillsâŚâ he growls.
âMore of the lack of them, was it boy?â Ryker asks with the same confident smirk, happy to be riling Luca up.
It was enough to make Luca snap. His hand goes straight for the blade in his pocket but Poppy's hand catches his wrist gently.
She doesnât look at Luca, doesnât make any gestures. Theyâre both quiet as the rest of the team laugh, breaking off into other conversation while eating their breakfast.
Luca takes his hand back, away from Poppy's touch as he sits quietly at the table, leg bouncing wildly.
The doors open and Flint, accompanied by a man by his side, enter.
Flint nods as he is greeted with a series of âMorning, General,â noticeably quiet from Luca, but Flint doesnât comment on it.
The man walking beside Flint is tall and slim with a charming smile, his chocolate brown eyes lock on Luca immediately and he nods his head in greeting.
âMorning, fresh meat,â he says, but in a way that doesnât irritate Luca, as if he was joking with him instead of teasing him like the other people on the team, as if he knew exactly how much Luca was teased this morning.
âMmm, this food smells great. Thank you.â And he plates up some food while Flint inspects the place where his coffee cup was broken that was now cleaned. He walks with his hands behind his back towards Luca, and stares down at him with an unreadable expression.
âI thought I told you to clean up, Cadet,â he murmurs.
Lucas eyes donât leave Harry for a while, taking him in. The way his brown curls sit perfect over his chocolate eyes. He had banter in him but not to hurt Luca. He liked that.
His eyes finally moved to flint with a sigh,
âI didâŚâ he argued back, eyes glaring at the general
Flintâs hand snaps out and grabs Luca by the chin, tilting his head up and inspecting his face and nose.
âThere is still blood here,â Flint says coldly, his eyes scanning Luca. âAnd on your uniform. Do you think it is acceptable to present yourself like this cadet, while in uniform?â
Ryker smirks at Luca from behind Flint, but Luca can only feel his eyes on him, not see them. Flintâs iron grip on his chin was too strong to move. In fact the whole room seemed to go silent as Flint reprimanded Luca. Poppy was quiet beside Luca on the table.
fuck, he didnât mean clean up the mess hall, he thinks- he didnât clean up the blood from this morning.
Luca winces, something growls in his throat as the pain only increases, Flint clearly demanding an answer;
âFuck- oh- oh yeah I forgot⌠sorry Iâll uh.. Iâll do it next time I guessâŚâ
For the first time since sitting down for breakfast, Veda lifts her head from her plate to look at Luca curiously, as though he was suddenly interesting.
But everyone elseâs reaction was different; Rykerâs smile was wiped from his face and Poppy stiffened beside him.
And slowly Luca realised he fucked up somehow, as all air seemed to be vacuumed from the room.
Flintâs expression darkened.
His stomach drops but he can feel everyoneâs eyes on him. Every one of these team mates didnât know him, didnât know what he was capable on and they looked down on him. He had to prove himself after this morning.
He forces a cocky smile- making himself seem confident as he braces himself for whatâs to comeâŚ
âOh yeahh⌠how could I forget!! Your majesty..â
Luca didnât get to finish his words before Flint yanked him to a standing by the throat and turned him towards the door. As Luca throws an arm back, Flint catches him on his upper arm and shifts his grip from his chin to the back of his neck and continues to march Luca forward, never breaking his stride out of the mess hall doors and through the building, taking a different route down a hall Luca didnât see yesterday.
âHow lucky,â Flint hums, voice clipped. âYou get the tour sooner than expected. I hope you ate before this.â
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