Should I be worried? No. But something tells me I should.
And with a serious tone, he says. "Don't go."
"And why should I listen to you?” I utter with my eyebrow raised up. He’s acting weird all of a sudden.
In the past, he’s never pressed himself between an invitation and me. If anything, he’s usually the one telling me to relax and have fun once in a while. But what do we have here? He’s telling me not to attend a party of a friend of his. I'd have understand if Mark had a bad reputation at school. But the latter is far from obtaining a rebellious name. And Lucas should know that more than anyone. I continue to stare at him when all I get is silence. A minute goes by and he still keeps his mouth shut.
Eventually, he runs his fingers across his hair and shrugs his shoulder. Lean m
