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
I blink at the door, clutching the food to my chest.
"Pink looks good on you."
My back turns rigid, hands tightening around the container. I turn my body, eyes aligning with another enemy - Wyatt - to be more exact. "What are you doing here?" My voice comes out more accusing than surprised.
"Visiting." His eyes look me over. "I take it you did too."
I don't say anything.
How does Wyatt know where Nikki lives? Are they friends? Together? How many times has Wyatt stepped foot in her house? Do her parents like him?
"Are you gonna move?" Wyatt rolls his eyes, his shoulders roughly pushing me aside. "You're blocking the door."
"You're going through the door?"
Wyatt smirks, his shoulders rolling to the back. "Well, I'm very close to Nikki." His arms cross over his chest, smirk more prominent. His face leans close. "In fact, I'm closer to her than you think."
I force a smile on my face as my hands tighten on the container. "Good." I lean away. Keep a straight face, Lucas. Straight face. "I don't care."
"Your face says otherwise." Wyatt tilts his head, a lazy grin on his face.
I purse my lips.
"You should go." Wyatt pushes my shoulder, making me take a couple steps back. "Her parents lift."
Scowling, I force my feet towards my car. Every step becomes heavier. My hands grab the latch and open the door. I slide in with the container in my hands.
Don't look back, Lucas.
I place the container on the passenger floor, against the corner.
Don't do it.
Seat belt in.
Don't do it.
Now turn on the ignition.
You dingus.
I move the mirror towards Nikki's door. The mirror confirms Wyatt's word. The Young's are hugging Wyatt as if they've known him for years. A horrible feeling appears on the bottom of my chest.
My cellphone rings. Without looking at it, I answer. "Hello?" I try moving the mirror to get a closer look.
"Lucas, where are you?"
Wyatt smirks but not before his third finger jumps out from the others. And than he's inside.
