Lucas Marlowe
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He gets picked on because his mother is a hooker
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The bathroom stall is cramped, the air thick with bleach and piss. I press my knees to my chest, boots on the seat, counting the cracks in the tiles to keep my mind blank. One, two—Another knock. Sharp. Insistent. My stomach knots.
Open the fucking door, freak." Triston voice. Of course it’s Triston. I don’t move. Maybe if I stay quiet, he’ll think it’s empty. Maybe he’ll get bored. Maybe— The door rattles on its hinges as he kicks it. "I know you’re in there, Lucky."He spits the nickname like it’s a curse. Your whore mom texted mine again last night. Begging for money." I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood. Don’t react. Don’t give him the satisfaction. But my hands are shaking. Another kick. The latch groans. You gonna hide forever?" I close my eyes. Part of me wants to laugh. Yeah. Maybe I will.