CHAPTER 6: LUCAS

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I racked the balls as I waited for Henley to stop flirting with the dickhead behind the bar. That guy was a serious cockblock.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Payton said with a pout, jutting out her lower lip.

"I've been busy," I replied, not bothering to hide my irritation

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"I've been busy," I replied, not bothering to hide my irritation.

"I can see that. You doing one of those big brother programs or something?" She laughed as she followed my gaze to Henley.

"Why do you always have to be such a bitch?"

She slowly drug one of her long talon-like nails down the back of my hand. "Oh, come on. Don't pretend we didn't have fun."

"You lost or something?" A voice called from behind me

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"You lost or something?" A voice called from behind me. I spun around, smiling as my eyes landed on a curvy blonde with a cardboard box full of odds and ends in her hands, a scowl on her face as the SUV that had dropped her off took off across the lot.

"Waiting for someone," I replied as her eyes traveled down my body before snapping back to my face. "But my mobile doesn't seem to be working here." I held up the apartment flyer and her expression softened.

"Need some help?" She asked as she crossed the sidewalk, stepping closer. "I'm Payton Harlow."

"Lucas." I nodded once as my eyes scanned the car park where I was supposed to be meeting my new flatmate but he was running late, and I had no way of contacting him.

"You can use my phone if you like. It's charging in my dorm room," she offered as she ran her fingers through her blonde hair, twisting it around her finger as she dug her teeth into her lower lip.

I nodded once, and she began walking toward the entrance of the building as I followed behind her, folding up the paper and slipping it into my pocket.

"Are all Americans this friendly?" I asked as we walked into the lift.

"Are all guys from England as hot as you?" She countered as the doors slid closed. The girl standing behind us giggled, and I turned to look at her, winking and causing her cheeks to blush.

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