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LUCAS’ POV.
I went out for an early morning jog to clear my head, which was filled with thoughts, and jogged all the way to Tray’s house.
I stopped there, and began to take deep breaths.
“Lucas?” Tray called, and I turned to see him walking towards me.
“Where are you coming from?” I asked, breathlessly.
“I went to throw out the trash. You were jogging?” He asked, climbing up his front porch.
I followed him, still breathing heavily.
“Yeah, I can’t seem to think properly.” I replied, walking into his house, and closed the door behind me.
“Breakfast?” He asked, going to his kitchen.
“Don’t think I have an appetite for that either.” I said, laying down on his sofa.
“ A snack?”
“Nope.”
“Then what do you want?” He asked.
“Just take your seat.” I replied, and he sat in front of m
