TWO FUCKIN' weeks of running away from Lucas and his dad at the company, only to see Mr.Andrews sitting cozily on the couch at my house by the end of the second week, sipping tea and laughing at my grandfather's dad jokes.
I'm calling Mary, bombarding her with texts, asking her to come to pick me up from my house—but my silly friend has decided to gray-tick me for the night. To think she's the one who told me to run away from both father and son every chance I got one fortnight ago.
After denying Lucas' offer to drive me back home because I was afraid my nosy grandparents would see him, I finally settled for Paul—which was a surprisingly good ride because we ended up bonding over the novels I edited since they are his favorites.
I told him to drop me off at the sibling's house so that I could make a clean entrance home as if coming from a sleepover next door—but Mary was taking out the trash by then, and she saw me coming out of the car.