SilverAngel999

"Do you practice how to be a dick or does that just come naturally to you?"

He looked into my pale blue eyes and bluntly answered: "Every morning in front of the mirror. You know what they say, practice makes perfect."

I rolled my eyes and he returned to his papers. I pushed his legs away from me and he almost fell off the chair. It put a little smile on my face. I live for simple things.
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Aron (not Aaron) Spencer is a criminal psychologist who works at a law firm where he is partnered up with a criminologist Lukas O'Neal. They work incredibly well together, the only problem is that they can't stand each other. Aron is an annoying rich kid and Lukas is a narcissistic ass. They just have to deal with one another until they get a better partner. But things change if you spent a lot of time together.

Through their story, they are accompanied by Aron's sister Margo and his best friend Vanessa, who both learn, on two very different ways what a bitch love can be.

I don't trust you enough

I absolutely loved driving and listening to music. It was relaxing. And if there is something I needed after a day of not coming anywhere with a case and dealing with Spencer, was relaxation. The road was a well-known one for me. I drive down here every week, sometimes once sometimes more. Today I just needed it. I parked in front of a nice building. In New York, I never really notice autumn, as cheesy as it sounds.  That is one of the things I like about this place. Suburban New Jersey is quite pretty this time of year. I walked on a stone covered path past perfectly maintained grass. I entered the establishment. One of the nurses I passed on the stairs smiled at me. I nodded my head as a greeting. I was not in the mood to make small talk. I couldn't really remember her name anyway. I knocked on the door number 25. The door opened and I walked in.


Her laugh was so nice to hear. She sat on one of her cozy chairs and so did I. She always had tea and cookies ready. And she always made my day, whenever I came here. She was my favorite person. Probably the only person that didn't address me as Victorias' brother. Well besides Spencer, but he is hardly an important figure in my life. That's why he doesn't need to know anything about me that isn't completely necessary, So telling him I have a date was an obvious choice. Besides, it's a white lie. I do have a lot of dates.


I ate a cookie. They were always so good. I know she doesn't bake them, but she still doesn't want to tell me where she buys them and what they are called. 


"Fine? That is all you have to say to your grandmother?"


"Well," I scratched the back of my neck: "There is this case I can't figure it out, but nothing tragic, nothing I can't handle."


My mood definitely fell. I rolled my eyes: " Yes but the blond idiot is useless."


She didn't like when anyone spoke badly about...anyone really. At least anyone that she didn't feel like he or she deserved it. She always got angry if I insulted blondie. But sometimes I just couldn't help myself. Ok, maybe I am being harsh. He can be helpful. From time to time. 


We continued the conversation. She told me all the newest gossip around the retirement home. When I was alone with her I truly felt like she enjoyed being in my company. Unlike the rest of my family. I don't want to be dramatic or pretend that I'm unloved, but to my parents, I will always be second best and my mother doesn't really know me. Me and her were close until the divorce. When it was finalized, she went back home to Texas. I was 12 at the time and it did hit me hard, but I got over it pretty quickly, when I realized that crying doesn't help anything. I also realized that living with dad would save me a lot of visits to church. And medication. That helped too.


"Seriously...Where do you get the cookies?"


She smiled: "I am taking this to my grave."


"I just think some secrets should stay hidden."


It was 7 pm when I decided to go home. She pecked me on the cheek and let me take the leftover sweets. She doesn't let me do that every time so I got all giddy like a five-year-old. I went home with a smile on my face, just like always when I visit her.


Chapter II (Lukas POV)