"You must have a low tolerance," Delancy chuckled.
"I'm pretty average," I admitted. "I'm starting to think I'm feeling so weird because of that fight last night."
"Huh? Fight? With who?" Delancy asked.
Shit. "I meant-"
"You guys oh my god! I just met a model while I was out for a smoke." One of Delaney's friends rushed back over.
"A model?" I asked.
"I'm not even kidding! He's so hot in person!" She gushed.
"What's his name?" Delancy asked.
"Lucas Gram!" She squealed.
My stomach dropped.
Lance and I simultaneously spit out our drinks, for different reasons I'm sure. Dammit! I was finally free of the guy and he shows up here?!
"Oh here he comes," the girl said. I spotted him walking with another guy, Todd, from the wrestling team. I only knew the guy because he hits on me every time he's intoxicated but oddly chickens out when I play along.
"You keep worrying me,Tyler," Delancy wiped my chin for me.
"Thanks," I said.
