LUCAS’ POV.

“Hey.” I said, nudging Tray with my foot. “You’re going to have a party, right?”

“Nope. This new year, I’m staying alone.” He replied, scrolling through social media.

“Why?” That was quite odd. “You have parties every year for Christmas and New year.”

“I feel dull.”

“You can’t feel dull. You’ll be holding a party.” I said. Not after I told Emily he was holding a party.

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“Why?”

“I will give you the money you need for everything. You don’t have enough money, that’s why you’re not throwing a party, right?” I asked, and he turned to me slowly, and just as slowly, his...