LUCAS’S POV
My head was pounding before I even opened my eyes. Every pulse throbbed behind my temples. The feeling matched the dull ache in my knuckles. When I lifted my hand, the skin was split and swollen. There was still some dried blood crusted around my fingers. The memory hit me like a gut punch. I remembered everything from yesterday - the fight. Jason. His smug face. The rage that snapped inside me.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Once. Twice. Then it wouldn’t stop. Group chats. Notifications. DMs. I blinked through the blur of the screen.
“Lucas went psycho.”
“Did you see how hard he hit Jason?”
“Lots of sponsors were there.”
My stomach twisted. The video was everywhere. Every second of me losing control was caught, replayed, judged. I shut the phone off and sat on the ed
