LUCAS’ POV
I woke up irritated.
Not just mildly annoyed. No, it felt like my skin didn’t fit right, like the world was pressing against me from all sides. And the main reason had a name: Tiffany Walter.
The daughter of a senator. She just came into the country. She was painfully oblivious. And apparently my father’s new favorite accessory.
He forced me to bring her to the football game.
“It’ll look good,” he’d said. “Her father will appreciate it.”
That meant I didn’t have a choice. I never had a choice with him.
The entire time, Tiffany stuck to me like static. She kept touching my arm, brushing imaginary lint off my shirt, cheering too loudly, snapping selfies with me accidentally-on-purpose in the background.
And I kept… searching.
My eyes went to the stands over and over
