Who even am I?

"Ahh"

Lucas groaned while slowly getting his body.

Opening his eyes, he looked around, seeing a he had ended up in a weirdly familiar room.

He was laying on a brown bed made of wood, big enough to fit two people without impeding movement. The bed was facing a white wooden door whilst a black nightstand was on the left side of the bed, right next to a window.

"Damn, it's so bright... what time is it???"

Lucas instinctually reached out his hand to the nightstand, grabbing a black phone.

"Is this mine..?" He asked himself, feeling even more confused than before.

Lucas then stood up and headed to the door, making the grey wooden floor creak under his feet.It was then that he noticed a mirror attaced to wall on the left.

Standing in front of it, Lucas comteplated his looks.

'Dammit I just had to be a teenager, but i guess i don't look half bad...'

He was not indeed, he stood at 178cm, had icy grey eyes and dark brown hair and had a face that could only be described as an 8.

'Weird, who sleeps in a black sweatshirt and pants?'

Shrugging it off, he headed to the door. Turning the silvery handle, he stepped out of the room.

A hall with a couple other doors and a stair case leading both up and down greeted him. Lucas assumed that this house.. or whatever it is he was in, was at least 3 floors.

Lucas groggly walked towards the stairs and started going down when suddenly his vison went black and felt dizzy,

Leanning on the wall, he tried remembering franctically what had happened to him before waking up.

"What happened to m.. wait who even am I?"

The sudden realization hit him like a truck.

Not caring about his health anymore, he started going down the stairs four by foor.

It was only when he reached the bottom, that he saw a person sitting on a barstool off what loked like a kitchen. The kitchen was quite big, four people would easily manage to go about in it. The cabinets were of a royal blue colour with white marble countertops. The handles decorating the various drawers where of a golden colour. The sink, which was placed in the middle of an island, was also of this colour.

The person sitting on the chair looked at him strangely.

"Why did you wake up so early, Lucas? Don't you start school in 2 hours?"

Finally paying attention to the man, lucas could only descripe the man as quite handsome. He was a middle aged man, with blue eyes and the same dark brown hair as Lucas. His thick eyebrows and square chin gave him a fierce look. The man was wearing a white shirt and black pants with a tie hangging off of his shoudlers.

Observing the wedding ring on his right hand, Lucas replied:

"I went to the toilet and couldn't fall back asleep. Is there any coffee left?"

He said, whilst sitting on the furthest barstool from the man.

'If this is really my house then that man is probably my father. After all who let's a married man stay over at thier hous? I might be wrong, however. Better be careful'

Chuckling, the man asked "Scared of me, or something?"

Lucas shrugged preffering not to answer. With an impeccable poker face.

But looking calm and actually being calm aren't the same thing. An inner turmoil started brewing up in his mind.

'He hit way too close to the mark'

"Sure their is"

The man handed him a cup of dark coffee whilst looking at him suspiciously.

"Thanks"

Sipping on his creamy coffee, Lucas started thinking about himself, or the situation he's in to be exact.

'That man called me ...Lucas? What even is happening? Did I really just forget everything about my life... is it amnesia? How would one even go about losing all their memories whilst in their own home???'

Realising that thinking about it, only lead him to ask more questions, he frustratingly left it in the back of his mind for the moment.

"What's wrong with you this morning?"

Suddenly realising he was staring into space, he hurryingly started coming uo with bullshit.

"I dont know, my head has been killing me this morning"

Huffing, the man replied:

"I've always been telling u to cut back on using your phone reading those webnovels and playing stupid games. Nothing good can come out of you wasting hours of your time staring at a screen"

"Not like you're any better"

'??????'

'What did i just say? How would I even know that? ...But it just seemed so n..atural'

Grumbling something under his breath, the man stood up and said

"I've got to go to work, see you tonight"

"Alright, have a nice day"

Lucas replied.

After making sure that the middle aged man left, Lucas fumbled arround his pocket and took out his phone.

Using his face to unlock it, he went to his contacts, and scrolled down until he saw a name with a little me in grey next to it.

[Lucas Villin]

'I'm a genius'

He then went into his social media platforms trying to findas much information as he could.

Saddly, he didn't have any posts on any of his apps, he didn't even have a profile pic.

'Was I really such a bot?'

He then looked down at his lanky arms and skinny physique.

'Yeah, i'm probably at the bottom of the hierachy at school. Dammit!'

As a last resort, he oppened ogle, and searched up his name.

'Yeah right, who am I even kidding'

it was then that he raised his eyebrows.

"Ohh how interesting"

"What is?"

Lucas flinched and almost fell off the barstool.

"Good morning perv"

'?????'

'What's wrong with this girl's head?'

"Why good morning, thot"