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 look down at my phone, staring at the dark screen. I half expect it to light up and the half expects it to stay dark.
I wish I had mind powers. Then I would turn it on by will and make Nikki text me back. I would force myself to talk and apologize. Possibly go on a mission, find someone with teleportation powers, and bribe them with my powers. They would take me back in time to where I could change the past so that I could take back all I did wrong. And try again if I mess the retry. I would also find a way to kick Victoria out the school. Maybe force Carter into scaring her off. He's good at that.
Wouldn't it be funny --
Knock. Knock.
This guy again.
Knock. Knock.
"Lucas, I know you're in there."
Who else would be here?
"You can't fool me!"
I exhale and pinch my nose. "I wasn't trying to!" I sit up against the frame of my bed, contemplating if I should open the door or jump out the window.
My eyes fall to my ripped pajama bottoms and the dirty Nickelodeon t-shirt I've had since middle school. He'll bully me for this. I climb down from my bed and head to my dresser, searching through my drawers for a shirt that won't embarrass me.
"He speaks!" I hear him knock quieter this time. "I thought you were dead!" Pause. "I was about to convince mom to let me keep your things."
"Now you know I am not." I pull my arms through the holes of a plain white t-shirt. "Leave!"
"Only If you let me in."
I wince and glare at the door. "Why are you yelling?!" I yell back louder. He's so loud my ear popped.
"Because. I can do what I want." He declares, knocking again.
I can't wait until he leaves. Oh wait, he's staying. Giddy.
Giving up, I walk towards my door and unlock the knob. Closing my eyes, I open the door expecting his arms to hug the life out of me. However, he falls on his back, looking up at me with wide eyes.
"... Why are you on the floor?"
Logan scratches his head, smiling sheepishly. "I did not think you would open the door so quickly." He clears his throat and holds out his hand for me to take.
I roll my eyes and head to my desk, sitting on my deckchair and spinning around. I push the homework papers on the floor and kick them away.
"Rude." He scoffs. He pulls himself up and dusts his sides. Smiling excitedly, he jumps on my bed. He looks up at the ceiling and smiles at the light fixture. Exhaling in satisfaction, he crosses his arms over his chest and lets himself fall on his back. As soon as his body hits the soft cushion, he covers himself with my blanket.
