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On my way to the restroom, someone grabbed me and shoved me into a stall, locking the door.
It was Lucas.
I looked at him calmly.
He wouldn't… want to take revenge on me here just because I said he was really bad, would he?
I stared at him.
He looked back, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He closed in, one hand at my waist, the other braced on the stall door.
"Where did Ethan find a puppet like you—pretty and obedient," he murmured, heat against my face.
I continued looking at him calmly.
"If you're that drunk, I can get you some sobering soup." I said.
He shook his head. "No—date me. I'll buy you as many phones as you want."
"I only have one SIM card," I said, because who needs ten phones?
He dropped his head and said earnestly,
"If you don't say yes, I might get hurt, depressed and be lonely forever."
He sounded sincere. I could even see moisture in his eyes.
"Okay," I said before I could stop myself. "But don't tell Ethan."
He blinked in surprise. One little sad face and I caved.
God help me—I am a people-pleaser.
Suddenly Ethan's voice called my name outside. He was looking for me.
I reached for the door, but Lucas tightened his grip.
"Baby, my heart's racing. Can you check if I'm allergic to alcohol?"
His voice was low and husky.
He peeled open his shirt enough to reveal a glimpse of chest and abs.
What was I supposed to see from that?
In the narrow, dimly lit space, all I could see were his pecs, his abs.
I looked down and said seriously, "Doesn't look like it."
Ethan's voice faded. Lucas smiled. He was playing Ethan—and me.
I looked up and asked softly, "So, are you… hitting on me?"
