“Yea. It is.” Lucas chuckled again. The sad part about talking to Lucas now was that he really was good-looking. He had sandy blond hair with those natural highlights that come from vacationing somewhere sunny a couple times a year. That also helped him keep totally fit and buff.
It was a shame the guy had to speak because that was what usually ruined everything else he had going for him.
"So, we better get back. Shelly Pinkowski is keeping track of everyone who steps out of formation and she said if Mrs. Arndt comes by she won't cover for us. Well, I'm sure she'd cover for you but Sandy and I will be left out in the wilderness."
“Shelly’s a real bitch.” Lucas snapped quickly.
I clutched my heart.
“That’s two shocks within a matter of minutes, Prine. You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when graduation is just a few minutes away and I know I’m never going to see you again.”
“What? Wait just a minute.” He started to slowly stroll down the hall with me. “What do you mean I’m more tolerable?”
"Oh, this is awkward. Did no one ever tell you what a grade-A jerk you are? I'm actually being kind using that word. People have had to tell you. I mean, other than your dad's girlfriend."
He chuckled again.
“Telula, you know no one talks to me that way.” He shook his head. “Jenna just thinks she can. It won’t be long before my dad kicks her to the curb. It’s obvious she’s a gold-digger.”
“Is she really?”
“Of course, she is. They all are and when…”
He stopped speaking. His cheeks flushed red.
“Well, truthfully, I don’t need to know.” I stepped into the light and Sandy was just crushing out her cigarette and walking back in.
“I’m having a huge graduation party at my house tomorrow.” He boasted. His personality had already changed when Sandy stepped up to me slowly as if Lucas was a snake and coiling up to strike.
“Really. That’s a shock. You had parties all year long if I recall.”
“I don’t think I ever saw you there.”
Sandy burst out laughing and that made me chuckle along with her.
"Right. The two of us show up at one of your parties? Not bloody likely." I put my hands on my hips.
"Well, I am officially inviting you both to my graduation party tomorrow. People will probably start showing up around nine. It'll go until the police show up. But my dad donates generously to the Fraternal Order of Police so no worries there." He smirked.
I hate to admit it was a cute smirk and pulled a smile out of me.
"Maybe," I answered.
Lucas looked at Sandy, gave her sly wink and strolled confidently down the other hallway toward the auditorium where we were all expected to line up.
"You aren't actually going?" Sandy asked. "That guy is nothing but trouble. It'll end up like that murder case with the little twelve-year-olds doing the bidding of Slenderman. Except those little girls were smarter than him and his friends."
"I won't go if you don't want to." I slipped my hand through Sandy's arm. "But aren't you the least bit curious to see what his house looks like?"
“No.”
“Don’t you want to see how all those losers look when they get wasted?”
“No.”
“Don’t you want to be there to see the whole house get trashed and maybe do a little trashing yourself? You don’t have to break anything but an accidental black marker on the wall or some red wine on the white carpet might be fun?”
“How do you know they have white carpet?”