How gay- I mean how may I help you?

Who Calls Me Lucas

Sorry this chapter is really long. It's just inspiration sparked halfway through and I couldn't stop writing. I usually only make them 2,000 words but o whale. Anyways halfway through I realized how I wanted them to come together. Here you go.

I honestly think my mom wants me to get a girlfriend. I'm still a virgin, so that means I have definitely never brought anyone home, and I don't really intend to. I'm perfectly fine with make out sessions, but that's it. And my mom probably thinks that since Reagan already likes me and just so happens to be her best friend's daughter, she can get us together.

Oh and I can just hear it now, "Oh yes you guys will get married and I can be her sister-in-law and we can live happily ever after." She'd find any excuse with that high pitched voice to hang out with Brunette. Yes, that's her actual name.

I run upstairs to grab my keys and run out to my green truck. When I get in it I start it and back out of our driveway, heading to Little Caesar's.

When I get in I head straight to Lil C. We call him that because he's short but like the manager or whatever is higher than that. But he's really laid back, "Hey Lil C, can I run register today?"

He barely looks at me as he rummages through the receipts on the desk he's at, "Uh, yeah."

I stay silent as he continues to search frantically, "Also, uh, do you have a outfit I could, like, borrow?"

He stops and throws his head back and groans, "Bro, it's in the closet. Can you just leave your outfit here dude? This is sick, you work here but act like you're an understudy or something." He waves me off towards the closet.

I change into my work clothes and go to work the register. I sign in for it and help the next customers that come in.

I'm so caught up in work I'm shocked when I realize I'm taking Jasper's order, "Um, can I get a medium sausage pizza with breadsticks?" I look up and notice it is him.

For some reason my breath gets caught in my throat and I have to cough before replying, "Yeah, will that be it?" I punch it into the screen.

I try to look at him under my hat while he stares at the menu above me. I never noticed his moles....

"Yeah, no uh, actually can I also get a Fanta orange? A liter?" He's looking at me now, expectantly, I look down and punch that in before going to get him a liter.

"Now will that be it?"

He nods triumphantly. What's with him? Just three hours ago he was at my neck about his mom- if it was even about his mom...

"Hey Bone!" It's Troy, I look away from Jasper (gratefully) to Troy who's coming in behind him. Stk is with him. Troy puts his arm around Jasper's shoulders and falls against him. Drunk, definitely drunk.

It's expected for Troy to be drunk right after school, on a Friday. His mom's a dick.

"This fag giving you any trouble?" I stare at him before realizing he's actually talking about Jasper. The color drains from my face. Troy has never bullied anyone I've talked to and it's just that I know Jasper already gets bullied enough. At least that's what I told myself. Or maybe it was the fact that Jasper knows I'm the biggest bystander at Quinn High.

Troy ruffels Jasper's hair roughly before pushing him into the vending machine, "Y'know nobody likes you right?" He grins evilly before pushing at Jasper's shoulders again. I look to Jasper, his jaw is set and his eyes are dark. He's holding his hands down at his sides, spreading them as if they need to crack.

"And why you always following my buddy around?" Troy points at me but doesn't look away from Jasper. Jasper glances at me, no fear in his eyes, "Don't look at him," Troy is yelling now, "Look at me! Answer me!"