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
"Yo, can I have your pizza?"
"It's "may I" Carter."
Carter, without glancing at Julian, extends his hand to punch Julian on the chest. Julian grunts as his fork splatters on the table. Avan and some other jocks laugh.
"Have mine." I push my tray to Carter.
Carter and Julian look at each other and than at me. "You sick?" Carter asks at the same time Julian asks "Are you sick?"
I sit up and place my elbows on the table, nodding. "Never." I fake a smile.
"Liar." Carter tsks, shaking his head. "You have large circles under your eyes."
"You'd think someone who kissed his crush would be more... lively." Julian grins, winking at me.
My face automatically scrunches up in disgust. "Don't wink at me." I fake shudder. He grins in response.
Julian seems to think I've liked Nikki for a long time. But the truth is, I once brought a doll who looked like her and stuck needles everywhere I could. It's something I've never been proud of so I've kept it to myself. So no, I haven't liked her for a long time.
"Julian, how you been?"
Speaking of my crush on Nikki, I suspect I'm not the only one.
"Great! Haven't seen you in a bit."
"Detention." Wyatt shrugs.
"Ah." Julian nods.
I roll my eyes, making sure Wyatt sees it. Julian jabs his elbow in my stomach but I ignore it. I keep my eyes on Wyatt, making sure to look at him through my downcast eyes.
"I'm here too." Carter adds, taking another bite. Wyatt laughs and fist bumps Carter.
"There's no seat here." I mutter.
I'm sitting in the middle of the table, in between the populars. The only seats left are at the ends.
"Here's one!" Avan pushes a jock away from the seat beside him. "Sit here." Avan points to the seat beside Carter.
"And now there is." Wyatt smirks. He walks around the table and plops himself down.
I use my legs to swivel my chair away from his direction.
"Such a child." Julian mutters, shaking his head.
I give him a look. "You better be talking about Lockwood."
"I am." He blinks innocently.
I place my arms on the table and lean my head on them, looking at the cafeteria entrance. A number of people exit and enter. Some of their eyes go to my table, their eyes checking for anything that stands out. Anything that might allow them to gossip about us. If they find nothing, their expressions drop in disappointment. And if they find something, the excitement appears in their eyes as they rush towards their group of friends.
