Snippet #1693787

Lucas's throat immediately tightened a bit, knowing he would have to be the one to eat it. He laughed it off and sighed, looking at the marshmallow with the very opposite of anticipation. He took a breath and held it, hoping it would take away some of the taste without going all-out and plugging his nose. He still wanted to look good in front of Tor. He didn't know why; with other girls, he didn't really care how he looked. Most of the time, they wouldn't stick around anyway. He bit into the burnt marshmallow, carefully swallowing it without chewing before doing the same to the other half. When the wretched thing was over with, he couldn't help but make a funny face. There were still bits of burnt pieces that had flaked off of the marshmallow onto his tongue. He took the last swig of his beer to rinse it down before putting the bottle onto the ground. The clean-up party would get it.

She spoke of the man she'd been talking to before Lucas had come along. Though he'd never admit it, he felt jealous. He already didn't like her talking to other guys; another thing that was unusual. But she had thanked him for taking him away, so he supposed that was a good thing. "Sure thing. If it had looked like you two had been having an intriguing or enlightening conversation, I would have left you alone. But you looked bored. And I wanted to be a part of the party tonight. So I stole you," he smiled.

Lucas wondered if she already knew that he hadn't been an invite. If she didn't, she probably knew now. He wondered how she'd feel about that. Before they could return to their conversation, Phillip and Will came rushing up to him and Tor. Phillip, of course, was the one to blurt everything out.
"Dude, we found out the hosts. The Caelum family is throwing this gig."
"We should probably bail, Lucas," Will stepped in. "Your parents and mine will bury us six feet under if they find out we were here. Especially yours."