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Lucas' POV
I had the house to myself, again. 
My mom had left a note for me on the refrigerator, informing me that she will be out of town for a few days. Probably another book event, or whatnot. She always did love her career more than anything else. 
I haven't really been that social as of late, then again, was I ever that social to begin with? What I mean is, I haven't talked to anyone in the past week besides my mom, but even then there were only a few words exchanged. Her pressuring me to go back to school and tell the haters to go fuck themselves, and me telling her that I would think about it.
I sat down for dinner. I figured I wasn't really that hungry, so I just decided to make myself a classic grilled cheese sandwich, which tasted delicious, if I say so myself.
There's a dozen unopened texts and missed calls from Tori on my phone. I get that she's apologetic, but why can't she just leave me alone? My entire life has been changed, and it's all her fault. Well, it's partly her fault. And I hated Bryson for the part he played, but I was angry at Tori just as well. I also felt betrayed. And all I wanted from her was some space.
The account that Bryson had made of me, at least I think it was Bryson who made it, was removed. I had reported it a dozen times, but before it was taken down, I had seen that there were dozens of comments on the post. I didn't read them, for fear of going insane, but it was clear that almost the entirety of students at Penfield High had seen it.
I was afraid to go back to school.
It's not like I had any friends to support me, besides Tori. I wasn't ready to forgive and forget just yet.
Mom thinks I might be depressed. She even suggested that I see a therapist so that I could talk about all of my feelings and whatnot. I had told her that I would never in a million years see a therapist. I wasn't depressed, I was upset! And annoyed at everything.
It felt like the universe was out to get me.
Hmm, maybe I did need to see a therapist?
Later that night, I am stirred awake by a loud banging on the front door. Startled, I reached over for my phone and checked the time.
11:52pm it read.
Who the hell could that be?
It's almost midnight!!!
What if it's a robber?
Or...
What if it's a serial killer?
Cautiously, I head downstairs, flipping on every light on the way down. There's another knock on the door, which causes my heart to stammer inside of my chest.
"Uh, who.... Wh-Who's there?" My voice quavered.
"Xander." He over-pronounced his own name.
Thank god it wasn't a serial killer. But I was still confused as to why he would show up at my place this late.
I moved to unlock and open the door. "Xander? What are you doing here?" I wondered, the cold night air causing me to shiver.
"Tori (hiccup) broke up with me." His voice was tinged with sadness as he stumbled forward, almost colliding with me before quickly regaining his balance.
He's drunk...
"I'm so sorry... are you okay?" I asked.
"D-did she tell you... that she was going to do it?" He slurred his words, his eyes pleading for me to answer.