I suppose I don't exactly have a choice… I just wish that Carter would trust me more. Then maybe she'd let me stay… Lucas glanced around his room to make sure nothing sharp was visible. He wasn't sure if he could fully control himself at the moment.
Carter broke away from Spencer, walking to the fridge. "I guess I'm just happy that I've mended my relationship with Lucas."
Lucas could hear indistinguishable voices downstairs, so he turned his music up more. It hurt his ears a bit, but it was better than paying attention to the real world.
She squatted down to grab a diet coke from the fridge, along with a piece of fruit. She stood up. "The information is in my room."
Lucas stares at his bed while listening to the music.