TEN: FRESHMAN PARTY I

BRITNEY ASTON

“What?”

I stared at the phone in my hands, unsure of where my confusion was majorly stemming from. The fact that he gave me his number voluntarily or the fact that he was offering to drive me around whenever I needed him to.

Lucas’ words rang in my head, fueling my confusion even more. What exactly was goin on his head? And just why was he willing to drive me when apparently driving girls around wasn’t his thing?

“Why are you giving me your number?” I couldn’t help but ask. “I thought you-“

“You can delete if you want to,” he tried to reach for the phone having me immediately flinch. “Your choice.”

“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes, shoving the phone into my pocket to prevent him from trying to snatch it from me again. Though I was still confused on why he gave me his number, I was going to get the answers to my question without necessarily losing the number.

“I thought so too,” he smirked then turned away to leave. “You’re welcome.”

“What? I’m not-“

Before I cou