I See You (Campus Crush series)

15

Pic of Lucas

(present)

I gushed at the sound of my ringtone as it blared from my pocket. "Aw. That's David's tone. It's-it's the instrumentals of one of our wedding songs," I slurred, too drunk to realize I should pick up.

"Get over here." Lucas pulled me toward him so he could reach my pocket, slipping out my phone. He answered it for me and put it on speaker before standing up and crossing over to the window, away from me.

"Hello? It's Lucas." He held a finger to his lips, telling me to be silent but I just played with patterns on the pillow.

"Hi, Lucas it's David."

"Casper's with me, by the way. At my house I mean. Don't know if he mentioned it to you."

"Oh, okay no worries. And no, I didn't see him at home, but I wanted to tell him that Dawn and Royce are back. Could you let him know please?"

My friend's eyebrows furrowed. "Uhh y-yeah. Is he, like... supposed to go back home tonight?"

I giggled, watching Lucas stutter.

"Well, we planned to have a talk with Dawn and I was hoping we could read them bedtime stories because Royce is practically begging me to do so."

I gasped. "Oh, the taaalk. I forgot-"

"Okay, David, I'll let him know right away. Bye!" Lucas quickly hung up and glared at me. "I told you to hush!" He walked back over to me. "You didn't tell him you were coming over to get drunk?"

I shrugged one of my shoulders. "I-I'm a grown man."

He put his hands on his hips and cocked his head to the side, obviously judging me in his mind. "I have to take you home, you know. You can come back for your car when you're sober."

"No," I refused, pouting at him sadly. "I wanna stay here."

"And I would love for you to stay, Cas." He say back down. "You're always welcome here. But there might be a bright side to you being drunk."

I lightly burped. "I'm not drunk," I disbelieved. "Also, I don't follow."

"Well, you never drink. David hasn't seen you like this, and I think he should."

I shut my eyes. "No. Nooo, Lucas, there's a reason I didn't tell him."

"Hey. You came to me for an intervention, correct?"

I nodded.

"Okay. And when have you known my interventions to fail?"

"Just once I think."

He stared at me blankly. "Fine. Once. I'll take it. But if he sees you like this, he'll take care of you and realize being mad at each other isn't worth it. If he doesn't want you using alcohol as an escape to become a recurring theme, I'm sure he's smart enough to stop that from happening. Ugh, my mind. It almost hurts to be this genius."

I rubbed my forehead. "I think I had a lot if tequila."

"If you throw up in or around my house I'll feed you to the wolves."

"I guess I should go home anyway. I'd like to sleep in my bed... oh wait... I went to my guest room, didn't I?"

"You did." He pat the top of my head as I groaned.

**

I couldn't remember much about the ride home, probably because I slept through it but once Lucas made his way past the gates and up to the front door, I was wide awake.