LUCAS
So George and I had were getting closer and I found him to be quite a cool person. It seemed to me that he would be my closest friend in this town, however, as life had it to be, I might end up not really liking George anymore.
It was selfish. I wasn't disputing that, but then, it was how I felt and I couldn't fake it. I couldn't deny it. The issue was quite plain; he loved Tilda and I was pretty positive that I really liked her too. And he had told me he went on a date with Tilda, and as he spoke, I felt like punching him in the face. I didn't want to hear any of it, nothing even a goddamn word. He kept—excitedly, mind you—tellingme how he had fallen in love with her.
I knew it was cynical to feel the way I was feeling but if I was being sincere, I couldn't help myself. I gue
