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EMILY’S POV.
I wanted to hit myself if I could, but of course, I couldn’t. Maybe a written apology the next morning would do. I didn’t want him thinking I was taking his friendship for granted.
I got to my room lazily, and opened the door feeling like s**t, only to scream, as I saw Lucas sitting on my bed, with his legs crossed.
I looked behind me, like I would be able to see him sitting at the dining. What was he doing there? Who was the person I left at dinner?
“Lucas?”
“Do you think it’s a ghost?”
“I… I left you at dinner.”
“Oh, I took the other way, and raced you to your room.” He said, and my cheeks flushed. I could feel the mean, nasty girls in me ready to resume the fight.
Gosh, why won’t they rest? They should just stop! I didn’t want to fight, I only wanted answers bec
