Lucas' POV
Amy hadn't spoken to me since… that happened.
I knew I messed up—but it wasn't intentional.
Still, things had been weird all day.
And living together just made it worse.
More awkward silences, Oh joy.
Amy was glued to her screen for most of the way home.
I couldn't take it anymore, I needed her to say something or atleast yell at me.
I grabbed her
"Lucas what the fuck?"
"I'm not letting go until you forgive me!" I mumbled into her hoodie.
"What?"
I pulled back slightly, giving her my best puppy eyes.
She scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Lucas get off me"
"Are you still mad at me?" I asked, softer this time.
"No."
She slipped out of my grip and opened the door.
We stepped inside. She closed it behind us and leaned against it for a moment.
"I'm sorry," I rushed. "I promise I'll never ever—"
"Shut up, Lucas."
She grabbed my forehead and kissed it.
Huh?
I blinked.
"I thought—you've been ignoring me all day," I said. "You gave me the silent treatment."
Amy giggled, a little embarrassed. "I wasn't avoiding you. It was just… awkward. You saw everything and I didn't know how to face you."
She sighed. "I'm sorry I made you worry."
Then she opened her arms.
I smiled and stepped into her hug, wrapping my arms around her tightly.
Okay," I muttered.
She squeezed me back.
Then, just like that—
"So… you gonna tell me how you managed to hook up with another cheerleader?"
"Nope."
"Oh, come on. Tell me!"
She laughed and darted toward her room.
"Get back here, Rodgers!"
Amy and I were basically inseparable.
We'd been close for years—too long to even remember when it started. After my parents split and my mom passed, it was just… us.
She wasn't just my roommate.
She was family.
"Blake said what?" she asked, eyes wide.
Of course, I told her everything. I always did.
"Did he hurt you?" she asked, cupping my face, searching for something—anything.
"I'm fine," I said, gently lowering her hands. "Just… confused."
"Well, it's your fault for crushing on that asshole," she said bluntly. "There are other hot guys out there. Blake is, like, a seven at best."
I stared at her.
"A seven? Amy, Blake is—" I groaned. "He's ridiculously hot. Like, unfairly hot. And we kissed and I can't get him out of my head. It's like I can still feel him."
She rolled her eyes. "Please. That was your first kiss."
"With the guy I'm in love with," I shot back. "I need help. Or a lobotomy."
Amy laughed, then flopped onto the bed beside me, resting her head on my shoulder.
I hesitated for a second before asking quietly,
"What was your first kiss like?"
She looked surprised—but it softened quickly.
She took my hand, threading her fingers through mine.
"It was terrible."
There was a short pause, then we both burst out laughing.
"It was with some jerk in high school," she said. "Total asshole."
I grinned. "Seriously? How have I never heard this?"
She suddenly rolled over and pinned me to the bed.
"That's because I never told anyone," she said, grinning.
We both laughed, our foreheads almost touching.
Then she brushed my hair away from my face.
"Lucas… your first kiss isn't always the person you end up with," she said gently. "Sometimes it's just… You figuring things out."
I went quiet.
That… actually made sense.
"I kissed a jerk," she added, shrugging. "Then I hooked up with Emily. That's when I figured out I was gay."
She kissed my cheek and rolled over, pulling me into a hug like I was a pillow.
"My advice? Forget Blake. He's not worth it."
I sighed. "Okay."
Then I nudged her slightly.
"So… when are you going to tell me about Emily?"
She immediately turned away.
"Hey, Amy—"
"Good night, Lucas."
"We weren't done talking—"
She kicked me off the bed.
"Ouch! Rude!"
"Good night."
I climbed back up, glaring at her.
"Sometimes I really want to throw you out the window."
"I love you too," she mumbled, already half asleep.
I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Could I really forget Blake?
Moving on would be the best option for me... hmph.
If only it were that simple.
Blake was a fucking virus in my head.
Every time I closed my eyes, he was there.
The memory of him—
his voice, his touch—
lingering like it hadn't really ended.
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself.
This was ridiculous.
I turned slightly, glancing at Amy. She was already fast asleep, her breathing soft and even.
Good thing she was a heavy sleeping beauty.
I squeezed my eyes shut again—
And immediately regretted it.
Because he was there again.
Too close.
Too real.
The ghost of his presence lingered on my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. My grip tightened on the sheets as I tried to ground myself, but it only made it worse.
"Stop…" I whispered under my breath.
But my body wasn't listening.
I shifted slightly, trying to shake it off, but the feeling clung stubbornly—like I was stuck in something I couldn't escape.
I let out a shaky breath, dragging a hand over my face.
This wasn't normal.
I shouldn't be reacting like this.
Right?
We only kissed once! Just once!
I sat up abruptly, running a hand through my hair.
"Get it together, Lucas," I muttered.
I glanced at Amy again—still asleep.
I slipped off the bed quietly and made my way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Leaning against the sink, I stared at my reflection.
"…I'm so screwed."
...
The next day,
Amy stayed back—she had no classes.
Lucky shedevil
I had an 8 a.m.
I dragged myself to class, running on zero sleep and bad decisions.
The room was barely half full.
No one here really cared about getting good grades. They were all rich kids, athletes, people just trying to pass.
And then there was me.
Scholarship. No backup plan.
I needed the grades.
The professor walked in.
"Alright, settle down. I'm pairing you into groups of two. Listen for your names, find your partner, and get started. Reports are due in two weeks—no extensions."
A collective groan filled the room.
Great. Just great.
I prayed within me that I would end up alone. I wasn't in the right state of mind for teamwork with anyone.
He started calling names, pairing people row by row.
And somehow… things were working in my favour.
Everyone in my row was taken.
Except me.
A one-man team? I could live with that.
"And finally—Lucas."
He paused.
Looked around.
"Well, I could have sworn there was one more person left " he mumbled. He walked back to his computer to check.
He lifted his eyes and scanned the room again before dropping them back down on his system.
He sighed as he straightened up.
"Well… looks like you're the odd one out." He paused with his arms folded and continued "You can either join another group or work alone. Your choice."
I opened my mouth to answer—
"Sorry, I'm late."
My stomach dropped.
No.
The professor turned to the entrance.
"I knew there was one more left", he mumbled before going back to teacher mode "Mr. Parker. If you're going to keep showing up late, we're going to have a problem."
"Sorry, I—uh—with the guys —uh practice… football… yeah," Blake muttered.
"Go sit next to Lucas. You'll be working together."
No way!
Blake walked over and dropped into the seat beside me
I stared at him with my jaw dropped. This wasn't fucking happening.
Blake noticed and stared back at me, "Hey".
I said nothing, completely brain-dead.
Out of all the people in this class—
I got paired with him.
Someone put me out of my misery.