Lucas Mabry wants it all.
He wants a girl, team captain, and the popularity that comes with it.
Unfortunately, the new girl wants nothing to do with him and he turns to the only person he thinks will help.
Nikki Young.
His worst enemy.
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Lucas
Should I knock?
I'm overreacting. Her parents can't beat me up. I'm a teenager. I'm almost a kid. They wouldn't hit a kid... would they?
The door flies open.
Mr. and Mrs. Young peer down at me, their faces contradicting my thoughts.
They would beat up a kid.
"What do you want?" Mrs. Young looks annoyed the most.
"Honey, don't be rough on the kid."
Thank you, Mr. Young.
"I'll be rough on the kid."
I was wrong. My hands begin to sweat from their intense gazes. I take a step back, trying to make my head disappear by imagining it popping out my body.
"Mom?"
Mr. and Mrs. Young's faces change. They place a fake smile on their face and open the door wider until Nikki is in my line of sight.
The first thing I notice is how pink her shirt is. It's unflattering but somehow she makes it work for her. Nikki's eyes widen. Her feet move towards me in fast strides, panic in her face.
Why is my face hot? I use my shirt to fan my face.
"Hey!" She briefly looks at her parents and back to me. "Did they harass you?"
Would her parents hate me if I nodded? Damn! This goes against one of Logan's most important rules! Initiate conversations! How do I do that when I can barely look them in the eyes?
Mr. and Mrs. Young gasp. "We would never!" Mrs. Young places a hand on Nikki's shoulder. "We were welcoming him inside, right?" Her head leans back to mouth angrily words to me.
"Yes!" I smile nervously. "Your parents are great!" I clasp my hands in a a polite manner. Mr. Young raises his thumb as if to say "good job".
"Oh." Nikki takes a step back. "Want to come inside?"
I exchange a glance with her parents. They, as if thinking the same, silently move their lips in a growl. Nikki turns her head but they are quick to change them into polite smiles.
Nikki rolls her eyes and pulls me inside by my wrist. "Come in. They won't hurt you as long as I'm here. Right?" She looks at her parents.
All I heard was to stick next to her and never leave her side if you want to live.
"Mrs. Young, are there more hotdogs?" Wyatt pops his head out the kitchen, smirking. "I couldn't find them."
My fake smile drops. I want to grab Wyatt by the neck and rip the annoying smirk off his face. How is he here?
"Of course!" Mrs. Young hurries to his side, subtly pushing me out the way. "I'll show you where!"
"Great!" Wyatt grins, eyes twinkling in my direction.
