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
"Spanish was lame. I couldn't go to the bathroom because I forgot how to ask in Spanish." I groan, grabbing a lunch tray.
Julian sighs. "It's the easiest thing to say in Spanish." Julian reaches for a milk.
"No, it's not. It's "hola"." Carter runs his hands through all the apples.
"Don't touch all of them! We don't want to eat your stupid germs!" Julian shoves Carter away from the apple tray.
"That's barely a sentence. Besides," I grab a hamburger. "It means "bye"."
"No." Julian looks horrified. "No, no it does not." I hand the lunch lady five dollars and walk toward our table with my tray in hand.
"It's important to me that you know it does not, Mabry." Julian calls behind me.
I take a seat on the table and crack my neck, it's been a stressful day. Half the student body knows I got a two week detention and the other half congratulated me for beating up a geek. On the plus side, I got about eight phone numbers and many friend requests on snapchat.
"Have you seen that Victoria chick? She's hot." A jock says a couple seats away from me.
I perk up my ears. At this point, I'm willing to fight for a date with Victoria. She may not be at my level of popularity, but in due time she will be.
"Kinda nerdy, isn't she?" Another jock asks.
"Let's not forget she rejected a Mabry."
"Ooo!" The jocks chorus. Avan, whose sitting beside me, jabs my side.
I roll my eyes and wipe my mouth. "She wants me, I know it." I declare, making sure my voice is loud enough for all the table to hear.
"Okay. Okay." Avan utters, face twisting into a smirk.
"She's coming."
I sit up, wiping the ketchup off my mouth with my sleeve. Victoria waltzes inside the cafeteria, her two friends by her sides. She grabs a tray and gets in line, talking with her friends.
"For a pretty girl, she's hanging out with some real geeks." Carter mutters beside me, taking a bite of his apple.
I shrug. "Charity?" It's a joke, don't hate.
"One of the girls is her cousin. Not that it matters much." Julian opens his milk. "I mean, the girls could have a good personality."
Wyatt gives Julian a hard pat on the back. "Personalities aren't a thing if the host looks like a freakin' ghost." Wyatt laughs along with a couple football jocks.
"Ha!" I lean away from the table. "That's the dumbest thing you've said."
"It was lame." Carter laments, adding a third hot sauce packet on his hamburger.
