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"Girlfriend?" Juliette felt her chest tighten.

"Are you serious, Lucas? It's me, Betty!"

Lucas raised an eyebrow and eyed her from head to toe, "You’re not my type at all," he simply said.

"What?"

Lucas intertwined hands with Juliette and lifted them in front of her. "This is my type of girl. That’s Juliette, my girlfriend,”

Betty stared at their hands and frowned. She stayed silent for a moment before she scoffed, "Another victim, right? You used to date girls and boys, here and there then throw them away."

All his friends looked at her, not believing what she just said.

"Lucas used to date a lot of people?" Damian asked.

Betty nodded, "Countless people. He was known to be a fuckboy," she giggled. "But I was special to him, right Lucas?" she tried to act cute, but Lucas was disgusted.

"A fuckboy?" Juliette widened her eyes. "You?" she pointed at Lucas. "Impossible."

"You don't even know him well