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"Lucas is on campus," she says, looking down at her phone.

I pull up to the curb in front of Jake and Micky's house. "What's he doing here?"

"He just said he was looking around."

I get out and wait for her at the front of the car. "Is he still undecided about coming here?"

"I guess."

We walk through their side gate and into the yard where everyone's already sitting. I sit on a chair and she sits next to me, typing out a text on her phone. "He said he went to my room, and then to yours. Minge was there, he somehow convinced him to drive him to some party. He's there now. He says he's only staying a little while and then he'll come here." She reaches into the cooler next to her and pulls out a drink.

"Hey Luce," Logan says. "You remember when you were scared of your vagina?"

Amanda's head throws back in laughter.

"I don't even want to ask," Ethan, her brother, speaks up.

"Remember when we sat around naming it?" Jake chimes in.

I laugh with them.

"Not funny," she says, but she's laughing too.

"Dylan had the best ones!" Logan adds. "Fuck, I miss that kid."

"I know! And every time we speak his name it's like we all have to have a moment of silence for our lost brother..." I say.

"Lost to the Marines?" Micky asks.

"We should do that," Jake says, ignoring her. "Every time we say his name we have to be quiet and pay our respect."

We all laugh, but agree to do it.

An hour later, Lucy's buzzed. Half an hour after that, she's borderline wasted. "I'm gonna call Lucas, see what's up." She dials his number and brings the phone to her ear. "Where are you?" she asks. Seconds of quiet pass, then a look of disgust takes over her face. "Dude, are you having sex?"

The guys cheer.

She hangs up and mocks a shiver. "Gross."

Ten minutes later he shows up. I have to make the introductions because Lucy's too busy making exaggerated gagging sounds.

"Bathroom, bedroom or car?" Logan asks him.

Lucy gets louder.

Amanda turns to Logan. "What? You're so yuck."

He just shrugs. "Past life, baby. Before you."

Amanda starts matching Lucy's sounds.

Lucas spins in a circle in the middle looking for a seat. I pull on Lucy's arm until she's up and on my lap, and tell him to take her seat.

Once Lucy's settled and her sounds have died down, Lucas answers, "Car."

And the gagging starts again. Lucas laughs at her. Then for some reason he thinks it's a good idea to bug her some more. "She was a screamer, too," he says.

"Shut up!"

"I didn't even have to do anything. She rode me in her backseat. Her hands gripped her open sunroof and she just went hard. Really hard. I had to keep looking out the window to see if we were gonna get caught. She had a filthy mouth, too."

"I swear it, Lucas, shut up!"

His low chuckle turns to a guffaw.

"I bet you didn't even know her name!"

"Yeah, I did," he says, almost looking offended. "It was... Robby? No! Roxy."

I tense. Blood whooshes loudly in my ears, but everywhere else... Dead. Fucking. Silence.

"Did someone say Dylan?" Ethan pipes up.

"Roxy!" Lucy roars.

Lucas's eyebrows bunch. "Yeah, why?" Then his eyes widen and focus on me.

I duck behind Lucy's shoulder.

"I'll murder her!" she shouts, her glare fixed on Lucas.

"Fuck," he spits.

"What the fuck is wrong with that whore! First my boyfriend, now my brother!"

His hands go up in surrender. "I swear I didn't know." He looks so fucking scared that I'd laugh if I didn't actually think he had a reason to be. He tries to back away from her but he falls back in his seat and crashes to the ground.

I must have unconsciously suspected what was about to happen because my arms are tight around her stomach. "Let me go, Cam! Let me go!"

I grip her tighter.

"Holy shit," Ethan chuckles.

"LET ME GO!"

I sigh, defeated, and then jerk my head at Lucas. "You got five seconds."

I wait until he's on his feet before releasing her. He runs. Fast. So he should. He laughs as she chases him around the yard until he's cornered. "I hope your dick gets whore poisoning and shrivels to its death! And then I hope all the girls see it and laugh at you! And then I hope it falls off! You can stare down at it and cry like a little bitch, just like you did when your pet hamster died!"

His laughter stops instantly. He straightens up, eyes narrowed, body rigid. "Don't talk about Princess Leia like that."

"Yeah?" she says, crossing her arms and cocking her hip. "Well, when your dick falls off we can bury it next to her." And then she pounces. She doesn't do much damage. He's six-two, built like their dad. She's tiny, and twenty pounds soaking wet. She's also weak as shit.

"Are you fucking biting me?" he shouts.

That gets laughs.

We all sit in silence and watch it play out. Her, somehow attached to his back, her arm around his neck and his forearm in her mouth.

"Fuck," he screams. "Cameron! A little help!"

I take my time getting up and lazily walk over to them. She tries to take me out, too, but I'm too fast and duck her hits. Awkwardly, I peel her off him. "Come on little stealth ninja, time to settle down."