LUCAS’ POV.

I went out for an early morning jog to clear my head, which was filled with thoughts, and jogged all the way to Tray’s house.

I stopped there, and began to take deep breaths.

“Lucas?” Tray called, and I turned to see him walking towards me.

“Where are you coming from?” I asked, breathlessly.

“I went to throw out the trash. You were jogging?” He asked, climbing up his front porch.

I followed him, still breathing heavily.

“Yeah, I can’t seem to think properly.” I replied, walking into his house, and closed the door behind me.

“Breakfast?” He asked, going to his kitchen.

“Don’t think I have an...