I walked to the sink, looking in the mirror and cringing. I turned on the water as Cyrus handed me paper towels. I wet them and wiped my face, ridding it of mascara, only to see my red, puffy eyes. I sighed loudly, staring at my eyes in the mirror. I pulled my messy hair into a ponytail. I looked terrible.
I feel like I'm missing something... LUCAS! He was probably sitting all alone at the table, lonely and worried sick.
"Crap!" I shouted causing Cyrus to jump.
"What?" He asked.
"My friend, he's out there probably waiting for me." I said, biting my lip as I tossed the wet paper towel into the bin.
"He?" Cyrus asked, trailing behind me.
"Yeah." I replied.
"Your boyfriend?" He asked. I burst out laughing, a very necessary laugh.
"I may have gotten over Dean 'quickly,' but Lucas is li
