"Sydney, you really look like a lovestruck teenager," Grace teased as she walked into the living room with a bowl filled with strawberries, munching on some.

"I don't know, Grace," I spun my phone between my fingertips, my lips jutting out in worry. "Should I call him? Should I not call him?"

After the whole brouhaha with Mark and Lucas at the party, my time to properly reunite with Lucas had been cut short. He had offered to drop me off at my place but seemed to be in a hurry. Still, he made sure we exchanged phone numbers before he hurriedly drove off. Since then, I couldn't get him...